Lion Head Mesa I'm just a random wolf, looking for adventure

The words thrown Zaahira's way are sharp as blades. It felt as if Khaba had branded her; a leathery imprint in the name of glory and gore. No matter what she did; You are not a true member of the Palace. You are a traitor. You are feral, misguided, rotten, sick, sick, sick—
And what of Zharille? She had taken her children right from their sire's hands, brought them to his enemy. Why was she the target?
Tick, tick, tick, boom.
You do not know me, is what she lands on saying, thunderous and cold as sheetmetal. I am a Mazoi. My loyalty is with Queen Toula. I serve her proudly. She has accepted me. I do not care what you think. Now you either leave these lands by the order of the Erpa-ha, or we will escort you. Silence, after.