Moonspear i already drank that cup.

Yami tensed as the stranger began to circle her, like a cat circling its prey. There was nothing threatening in the way he looked at her, but his actions made her wary. She kept an eye on him, though she did not stand or turn to remain facing him. She wasn’t about to show any sign of weakness, as little as any opinion he formed of her really mattered. She was an Ostrega, as she had not been in years. She would not flinch upon her ancestral home.

His question made her roll her eyes. Much as the idea of one day ruling over Moonspear might’ve thrilled her in her youth, she was not so foolish now. The Spear was not what it used to be, and never would be again. She wouldn’t pretend otherwise. ”Obviously,” she drawled, not bothering to hide her sarcasm, ”You know how in demand barren wastelands are these days.”