Luneshale Pass emotional torture

Jodai, soon, she wanted to correct; though she cannot imagine that word will sound any better coming from his silk-rotten voice. I train under hem Akhtar and the Queen herself in the worship of our Gods, is her answer, drawn through husky breath. He knew nothing of anyone beyond his own realm, and so she would not indulge.
I know them well. and that is what matters. She veers north and then west as their path circles back toward the settlement; her body facing outwards, catlike as she slithers beside him. He would have her protection regardles of how her lifeblood begged her to do otherwise. What did you do in Ta-Senet? Are you priest? Warrior? or simply another ruthless, corded mammal?