Ankyra Sound empty churches with soulless curses

the snarl that rumbled in caiaphas’ throat left her maw with cold command — and almost instantly, the duo untangled. caiaphas would have admired the instant obedience, were the situation not so dire.

vaati, incensed by akantha’s unbidden trespass, managed a parting riposte. caiaphas levelled him with an apprising gaze; other than fur out of place, he seemed unwounded. her gaze then fell on akantha, a woman no less formidable than her gamma. she too appeared hale, though like caiaphas, had weathered the years with regal endurance.

akantha, the siren imparts, skipping easily into a tongue she had assumed she would never utter again. an enemy, likely dead now. there are no nereides left. her voice is quick and tone punctual - she carries little grief for her sisters, for they had left her to die on the desolate strand. you trespass in rusalka, vaati was right to intercept you. why are you here? there is little warmth in the old shrew’s gaze, mostly she just appeared tired.

realizing then it was unlikely vaati would understand their exchange, the sylph’ sullen gaze flickered and she spoke in English to introduce the two. akantha, the old siren queen — though she chose poorly to trespass, she is a friend until she proves otherwise.