Dragoncrest Cliffs deity of scars

In his features, she saw regret. He knew Raleska, then, but she couldn't place how he would have been, to her. Still- if he was related to Raleska, that did not make him a relative of theirs. Not by blood, anyway, though the girl had easily been considered family while she'd been alive. 

He seemed unwilling to answer. Chacal's tail flicked, and she could sense Mireille's fading patience when she spoke. Telling them to go and ask Valravn sounded, to her, as though he was trying to back out of the confrontation. He sounded like someone caught in a lie, who wanted very much to run away the moment they turned their back on him. Chacal, too, was not satisfied. 

If she had to take a guess, Mireille wanted him gone- and not just from Sapphique, but from the Sound as well. Chacal was willing to send him off, but she wanted the truth from him. She knew that the easiest way to get the truth from him would be to put him with his back against the sheer drop of the cliff. Faced by three Sapphique women, he would either tell them the truth, or have a few seconds to consider his folly before he was dashed upon the rocks below. 

But alas, they weren't as close to the cliffs as she would've liked. And she couldn't simply sing him a siren song and make him follow her, as she had before. 

He had helped them, in their time of need. And somehow...he was of this place. 

Still a man, though. A man with lies.

"Tell us what it is you know-
if Val also know it, 'e will tell us so." She said, simply. Before they addressed whether or not he would be tolerated at all at Ankyra Sound, she wanted to test him to see if it was all a farce. After all- if he told them one story, and Valravn told them another- that would settle the dispute altogether, and they could chase him away.