Blacktail Deer Plateau A broken oath.

The man made his decision. It had not occurred to Minerva until that moment that it was the man who she was being made to appease, but in the end it did not matter. She had made a goal of finding a safe haven and she had done that, plus she had reunited with an intriguing woman, a bonus. 

Minerva took a moment to give a slight bow to the man, but turned her ears towards Rosalyn as her voice emerged - and then turned to watch her with a thin smile upon her face. I appreciate that. Minerva replied as she stepped closer to her, giving her ample space to begin leading the way. Perhaps Rosalyn had noticed the strain that she had felt to be under the command of a man, but more likely not.

It had been ages since Minerva had last spoken to another woman at length. She was pleased to have the company, perhaps a little hungry for it, and would patiently wait for the resulting questions she presumed would be tossed her way. Any moment she could speak of her people was one she coveted; it was like being home again for as long as those stories lasted.