Blackwater Islands girls of roses, thorns and crowns

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Eske watches as the woman glimpses down at her wound, echoing that she hopes it is not infected; but in the end the Cheka offers a lofty roll of her shoulders as they press forward. She is no medic, had very little knowledge beyond that she knows salt water is useful to cleanse a wound. She never shared in her mother’s passions …or, at least, that particular passion. Eske’s lips are terse as Shalon offers her explanation: first she sought to rid herself of the beast that gave her the wound and then to seek shelter from the storm that ravaged these lands. Still, Eske is through and will not simply take her, a stranger, at her word for it. To do so would employ a trust she does not have and in her mind would strike any warrior (and therefore strategist) as little more than foolish. A slip up of trusting the wrong person could mean a war easily avoided; or worse. “The women who have claimed these Islands.” Eske replies simply. It had been one of theirs that had offered up the words of abandonment, after all. That was as much as Eske was willing to give though. It revealed enough without revealing too much. Drageda’s business was not this strangers and never would Eske deign to reveal. The only reason she gave any answer at all was because she had let on as much when demanding if the Islands were yet still claimed after their first few moments of contact.

Eske pauses at the yawning mouth of a small cavern, giving the outside of it a good sniff before she merges into the shadows and sniffing around some more. After she is sure she is through she retreats back into the light of the day and focuses her attention upon Arlo and Shalon. “There is no sign of them.” And frankly she is tired of these bleak and barren wasteland the Neredies had deigned to call home (for some ungodly reason she cannot help but think). “Arlo and I will escort you across the water,” Because Shalon was honest and Eske is feeling generous. “From there you are on your own.” The Cheka states before she takes point once more and backtracks the way the trio had came, assuming the other two follow in her wake.