Lion Head Mesa crook & flail

Have you ever thought that perhaps some are merely humble? Perhaps a rhetorical question, one with an upward shift of an eyebrow. In Greatwater, the pursuit of power was constant. If you did not fight for it tooth and nail, you were punished. A violent, blazing lack of camaraderie, perhaps not a structure of society that was built to last. Backstabbing, manipulation, bickering; teeth to skin, claws to chest. Blood drawn.
And it had ended in death at the hands of a cruel, weathered man.
I will keep watch, she replies with a curt nod, turning herself so that she did not have to face him. Men could be crude; relieve themselves anywhere. She did not want to find out whether or not this even implied his going outside.