Serpent Lake look toward your golden towers

Keywords were what the Morta focused on when others spoke. Following each word for things that seemed important. Although he provided a bundle of information, it was not overwhelming her more primal-set mind. Sister, Saarthal. Territory, Noctisardor Bypass. She fell silent as she thought over his words. Her mind dug for those names in her memories. Ebony lips twitched downward briefly before her head shook. Not know. Was all she could offer before her body shifted to point towards the northeast. Mountain. She breathed before a brow quirked softly. Could his desired bypass be there? She had only ever gone along the edges of the mountain with little idea of what laid within its walls.

He did not smell familiar in any way she knew. Not the scent of northern neighbors (she briefly recalled the earthen toned scout, a pang of discomfort in her chest) nor the scent of her own. He was uniquely himself. The shadowy woman’s head titled slightly as her lips parted once more. Where from?