Sunbeam Lair narrow stairs

A home was sought, as was council. The stranger wished for both, and Asterr could provide for her each. Yet, she did not say so, keeping silent instead as if to contemplate that which had just been said to her. They would, surely, benefit from having another member, but that would only stand true if her actions matched her words. Loyalty, knowledge, energy, and muscle. Each had benefits, perks that would better provide for the tribe as a whole, but she wondered more often now how much faith she could put into the word of an unknown specimen. They spoke of loyalty, it was nothing new, but few ever stood true to their word. It was, perhaps, far more complex than she'd been raised to believe, but even still, one's word should be unbreakable. When she looked to the female, she could not read her—not properly, anyways—and so she did not know how honest of a soul she was.

She could not allow for the negative possibilities to influence her decision, though, and so she'd swiftly cleared her mind and focused, again, upon the task at hand. "Loyalty is of great importance here," the girl noted, honesty in her tone, as well as endless depth. To her, the ability to stay true to a single soul for the entirety of someone's life was, without a doubt, of utmost importance. It is what separated them as scholars, from the vile beasts that only ever acted with the intent of tasting blood on their tongues. Barbarians broke their vows, but those capable of thinking for themselves did not; it was how the world was suppose to be, although she'd been let down more than once since entering the wilds. "In the past, we have had individuals offer us their loyalty, only to turn around and leave without so much as a polite goodbye... should I trust that you will not be the same as them?" The dragoness knew not just yet what she might do, whether it be to accept Menta or turn her away. The outcome of their encounter had yet to be decided, the outsider's fate inconclusive.