The Heartwood I think to much and I hate it

The harbinger beckoned. Khasni was quick to respond, being the first to arrive. She'd been away far too long to miss anything now. But it was upon hearing Dreven's words that appalled her, filling her to the brim with regret that she'd come. 

Leave? The oracle snarled, snapping her teeth close to the beast's face. She did not fear him, just as she never feared Alduin. And what will become of the heartwood? Someone will come and claim it for themselves. This land is ours and I'll be condemned to servitude of the darkness if I ever willingly let such an impudent soul try and take it. 

As the harbinger likely expected, Khasni would not give in easily. But as it was most unfortunate, their newest blood, Atka and Heph, were not as closely tied to this land. They would likely choose to play along with whatever Dreven decided. Her vote would be outnumbered and utterly dismissed. For this, she was prepared to face.