Ankyra Sound to live and die by the sword

the dreadfather watches her approach; holding herself like a queen and barely resists the urge to snicker: for there is only one queen to them and it is their nightwife. they are carved from cruel rock and crueler cultures: both the one they were born to and the one they have chosen. not an excuse, perhaps, but they care little for making excuses for their behavior.

it is who they are and they have made and will make many enemies.

a low noise of affirmation is given, pleased despite theirselves that she remembers their name. perhaps, the dreadfather allows. again, she speaks of her atka and sos and instinctively they rebel against the idea that there are any gods — in mortal flesh or otherwise — besides the daedric.