Hideaway Strath I wonder, wouldn't it be nice

Whrist looked the female over carefully her eyes lingering on the scars just a bit to long. “I have not met the Overseer” she tried to decide if this females meeting with the grandmaster was similar to her own first meeting with him, or did she have a kind of relationship with the Overseer. Her hormones were ranging high and all she could think about was whom was doing who.

 “What is your position here?” Whrist decided to ask, just to try and shake her mind from the gutter and since this one neither carried herself like a ranking member nor acted like she was full of herself; She found It was difficult to gauge her and that bothered Whrist.