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Of her vices, vanity was notably absent. When Ragna saw the slim beauty of the red women, she saw only their beauty. There was no room for envy in her appreciation. Her body was a weapon, not art. She paused in their patrol to rub against a rough-barked tree, her scent mingling with others that had passed here and strengthening the marker.

Ar-Khalba spoke with sagely weight, and when he spoke thusly it was difficult to disagree. She nodded, albeit grimly. A higher purpose. Even if she never heard the call, Ragna would serve. The desire to protect was deep seated and unshakeable. She had thrown her lot in with the Malkaria, and her loyalty was not easily cast aside. What is yours? she asked, curious if he had felt this call.