Deepwood Weald I Don't Belong Here

Themis was quiet for a time. A glance at her face would turn up a gobsmacked look, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.

She ground her teeth together.

Whoever it was, they go against the tenet that makes Oi Kryfoí what it is. You’ve never demanded to know who I am, even after I gave you a false name the first time we met. She lowered her head, taking a shaky, deep breath.

I-…I’m sorry, Vorilye. Goddammit, I should have known something like this would happen. She sat up straighter, but kept her head low.

Im not gonna ask who it was, I won’t make you recount it. She could somewhat guess, this wasn’t exactly a large outfit.