Hideaway Strath My breast it is as cold as clay

Her knowledge was of use after all.

Caverns. There were many not in use. This would do. It had to.

I will search them, thank you. Without a need for anything else, the woman slowly turned to leave. 

But before she did, a glance was cast over her shoulder. A slight warning, for you and your clansmen... I do not like being intruded upon. It is only you I trust in this moment. But as for the others, I will not allow them to be in any vicinity sacred to me and my work. I trust that you can make this known to them? It was a very audacious thing to ask of someone above her, but Khasni was not new to the concept of seeking things above the heads of those superior to herself.