Ankyra Sound imma break that birdy's neck

caiaphas remained silent following vercingetorix's explanation. it was complicated was not an answer that resonated with her -- much like her son, caiaphas's skepticism was not lifted by such a cryptic reply.

keen as she was to cut down the man that had sunk his teeth into her, caiaphas held her tongue. it was not until vercingetorix casually slid in that he could just leave, that caiaphas' expression changed.

she resented the airy comment - it was a not-so-subtly disguised threat meant to rush them into a decision, as if he were a valuable asset on a limited-time offer.

it was then caiaphas saw vercingetorix for what he truly was -- not a loyal or steadfast soldier, but a dog plagued by the whims of his own tail.  

a true protector would not have so quickly snatched back an offer of eternal servitude. caiaphas sneered, preparing to turn him away herself - but then illidan spoke, and her words died on the tip of her tongue.

she would not have accepted him, but she was not illidan. perhaps in time he would learn that men were not to be trusted, and that wolves were only friends as long as food was in their belly. her disdain (and disapproval, even) was self-evident, but she said nothing to the contrary that was not readily apparent in her gaze.

in caiaphas' eyes illidan was entitled to his own opinion, even if it was wrong.