Redhawk Caldera qal qayel

ah, yes. I am not used to being served - thank you. jawahir accepted the role that had been granted them: guest in the fen realm. they sat with crossed paws, watching teya.

then a man came along. he held himself with little authority and spoke in a casual manner, which at once disarmed jawahir, who mistook him for another guard.

hello, the courtesan drawled as they drew their awareness over him. teya would not be busy long; for now, jawahir kept quiet.