Two Rivers Isle natron

she was not sure. the shift of focus upon her face showed this; the uneasy silence that followed. her face sank slightly.
after further thought she could only shake her head. this was not a part of her teachings; this was spy-work, or at the very least, diplomacy of which satsu was not trained.
if it were only to aid our escape, it could work. tell him of one place, go to another. i... i don't know.
was she so reduced in life that the shame of a lie did not dissuade her?