Ankyra Sound to please their lord, so before the sword

he was still so haughty, handsome despite the scarring of his throat. erzulie lifted her chin in anger, throwing his remarks aside for the present. "none of dat answers my question, dragedan." how had one of their enemies, who had fought against them in the battle, come to live in their land? from this distance, she caught only a trace of illidan's scent, and her brows knit, but in the next moment the harlot's feature's had smoothed and she regarded verx with contempt.
"dere is no one to tell. he ran away de day dey were born," erzulie revealed, unsure of her own motives, but gave a roll of her slim shoulders. "no matter. he is not needed." but now she feared for them, the sensation blossoming in the pit of her stomach — could they be safe with this one around?