Blackbeak Bluff It's a shame, it's a crying shame them's the brakes

were they conversing, as if friends? caiaphas was surprised by the ease in which niamh had extracted such information: gradually as the minutes ticked by, the tightness in which she held her grudge was gradually fading.

it helped, of course, that niamh had lead with you were right. almost everyone likes to be told they're right, at some point.

given that niamh's compliment was genuine and caiaphas had little reason yet to distrust her, she supposed it made sense that the hatchet she had once held so tightly about redhawks was at last being put to bed. "hm, it is true." she replied to niamh's assertion she knew how to raise them strong - it was not a boast, for the crone was bitter about some part of her parenting. "but it does not come freely." she expected niamh to follow what she meant - after all, her children had endured quite a crucible in their early months.

"i will tell them you said hi. who was it that went with you when you left the plateau?"