Ankyra Sound burn that bridge when you come to it

He is not nearly qualified to assess those seeking admission into Rusalkan ranks, but he surges forth to meet the presence at the border, nonetheless. Though as he draws forth, it strikes him odd that the woman simply sits, awaiting someone to find her instead of calling an audience. Did she not wish to join? Those who waited around for what they wanted to fall into their lap irked him, finding it to be a lazy practice for equally incompetent individuals. Vaati disregards the judgement as he stands before the stranger, steely gaze veering down upon her as his nose leans forth to pick up her scent. It does not reek of Drageda odour, and so he does not run her from the territory.

Leaning back to rest his head square on his shoulders with the simple inquisition, he takes a place beside the two-toned woman who seemed to have already greeted the other.

If the stranger wished to live without the threat of neighbouring hostility, she would need to be directed elsewhere. Though the tides seemed to settle between the two factions, Drageda was still only mere yards away. Until the day they packed up and left or their last few habitants were slaughtered, there remained the ever-impending risk of war. "A healer?" His curiosity speaks up, casting a glance to Caiaphas who sported her own healing wounds. This woman would be useful. "How good of one?"