The Heartwood kneel

Annoyance colored his jagged, scarred features as the man seemed at first to dance around his question. He remained silent as he at least seemed to be mulling over and digesting the information given him... At the return query, Jaganatha allowed a small smirk to tug at the ruined side of his lips. At least the request was am easy one, relatively speaking where his daughter was concerned. He knew that she was the key to finding Vorilye - for despite his glaring uselessness in the face of conquest, it was undeniable that he could be a difficult man to find when it suited him...

"A simple enough question, to be sure, where my... daughter is concerned. She is black, through and through, to her very soul... There is no light to her form, visible or internalized - save where her rather explosive temper is concerned. Vorilye... is a harder visage to pick apart. He is far paler than me, more sand and cream, and his eyes are a particularly frigid shade of blue. Each of them is missing the top portion of their right ear, as am I," he flicked his ear as if to point it out further, settling himself into a seated position as he spoke.