Neverwinter Forest nunyae

Well, this was an easy mark.

Hm, she hummed thoughtfully as if what he said was charming and she, bashful. Sitala's demure smile faded slightly prior to her hastily fabricated explanation: For starters, I have children. That's always off-putting to men, and surely someone as fine as you is less interested in my company now? Before he could respond to that she added, I would think the women of your pack fight over you daily—perhaps that is the real reason you are here with me, and why your leader really sent you away.

She sighed heavily as she voiced this thought, But I have been alone for so long. My husband... her voice hitched and Sitala, being somewhat overdramatic, turned away from Engel as if overcome and she bowed her head closer to her chest, squeezing her eyes shut tightly to stop any tears from falling. Of course, none would. My darling Gilia, oh, I miss him.

Unlike her sisters who were each skilled in their own manipulations, Sitala was not as fine an actress as they were, but a passable one; her words faded to a solemn disquiet as she mentioned the dead man. Truthfully, she had enjoyed his death the most—she had done it alone, unlike the one before.