Ankyra Sound a grey mist on the sea’s face

Eske is commanded to run the stranger off. She gives nothing away, if she recognizes the scent that Eske describes and it is not within Eske’s place to question. “sha, Heda.” Eske responds before she watches Thuringwethil head back the way the pair had came. Slowly, her gaze returns to the inkblot still in overt submission before her. “You must leave.” Eske tells her coolly, words a sharp, commanding hiss. It is the only diplomatic warning she would get from Eske. The Cheka’s lips curl back from her teeth and she snaps them threateningly at the inky woman to speed the process along. Eske will see Coelacanth from the area to ensure she is gone (and not likely to return) before she turns and heads back to Thuringwethil and Drageda.