Larksong Grotto red among stars

She does not note the disturbance until she hears the voice, turning her head in time to see a figure seemingly come out of nowhere. Thuringwethil slowly blinks, unamused and mostly unaffected by the playful comment. If her guard were here, she’d simply have him take care of the annoyance, but she stands alone and figure out how to get around this. The brute mimics her in size and likely power but he bears indication he belongs to anyone. Warbone crosses her mind, briefly, but this stranger pales in comparison to such a majestic beast. Thuringwethil sets her darkened eyes as she deciphers whether or not it’s worth her time to entertain any information out of him.

“If I were here for you, you wouldn’t be questioning it,” she tells him and, losing interest, turns her head back the way she’d been going and continues her original intention.