The Sentinels I had a dream last night,

bijou's eyes flickered as umbra implied a man, of all things, had the self-same standing. bijou did not hide the way her gaze pointedly traveled from umbra's weathered paws to her solemn face, savoring every detail with the faintest edge of a grin. 

there is no such thing. the battle axe inferred. your saltlord's first mistake was believing you had an equal. men and their piggish egos! bijou would like to meet this saltlord -- if only to show him his importance in umbra's world had an expiration. no; no man is worth my loyalty, therefore i do not give it. the sailor gave a roll of her rough shoulders, one eyebrow lifted. are there many of you?