Blackfeather Woods Kynigós

"I don't speak your native tongue, good sir." Nyra rumbled in response, hackles stiffening along her spine. Though she could guess at what he meant, it was only an assumption.
"Though by my assumption of what you mean, yes. It went about as well as it looks." She shrugged her injured shoulder to further the point. "Bet the fucker I tried to kill and his lackey looks worse though." She huffed cruelly, unaware that Maggie was at the doorstep of death.