Dragoncrest Cliffs schildwand

Up close, the pirate woman and her bear looked intimidating, scary even. It was obvious their leader dressed in red had seen her life flash before her eyes many a time, and the bear looked as if he was seasoned in that aspect of fighting from his poise and scarlet study his adversaries.

The august shadowmeister promptly explained Rosalyn's designs of conquest for her moor pilgrims, but in common tongue rather than the one they shared. He wondered at the purpose of this momentarily, but of course he said nothing of it. “i cannot allow that so close. not a second time.” — and they could agree on that front at least. He replies in understanding but sparce bats of his eyes.

Selfish, if the others knew,
but he had no qualms with Rusulka as long as their ire never reached him.