Blackwater Islands bailando

you will find nothing but obedience. a lie, the listener thought; the girl had a fire of her own, a flame of icy blue which rendered her as unforgiving as a slow-moving glacier. if i sought to harden you, i would have sent my keeper to you. you are hardened already, and you mask your defiance in obedience to that which you know, the listener countered, displeased by all she saw. the druids' ways are not the ways of akashingo. it is fire i seek from you. if you wish to serve, you will serve by becoming more than a servant. the fate i offer you is far kinder than the fate you would meet as a servant among druids.