Wild Berry Meadow ard alahlam

any threat satsu held, any tremble of a snarl, died in her throat.

pharaoh.

what does this vermin know of the golden man?

it catches satsu off-guard and drains the color from her face. she falters in her hatred and her loathing, ears turning to the forefront so that she can clearly gather what is said.

of course. i should have expected you to follow after him. but it was news to her. how satsu had missed the connection was beyond her; the man who comforted himself with willing vermin, and this creature who stole their way through life.

the woman recounts the many times she has caught the vermin-scent upon pharaoh in passing and nearly gags. her attention turns from jawahir as she gathers her bearings, trying to calm the upset this knowledge has provided.