Ankyra Sound schadenfreude

Once Raleska mentioned warriors, the strangers features seemed to discretely soften, the edges of his black gums tapering to a tiny smile. Raleska let him know her sharp eyes missed nothing by squinting briefly, though her gaze lightened once she caught the impressions of a game in his tone. 

Was she the leader? Regrettably not. No, She shook her head, though her posture did not slacken. I am the leader’s daughter. It carried weight and she knew it, but Raleska was no simpering ruler’s child — she worked hard as any, and carried her weight with pride. Where were you a warrior? The girl hoped his answer would not be Drageda — the threat that was all together gone, but still present in her mind.