Sawtooth Spire bleed through spaces

The priestess had expected coaser language from the brute, and perhaps a rougher voice as well. Instead he spoke quietly, and in a way that she struggled to label as either gentle or subdued. It was some kind of tactic, obviously, and Saturnine was frustrated by her inability to determine just what emotions he wanted to manipulate out of her. It made it impossible to feel and act the opposite of how he wanted.

He was tricky, this man.

"A noble enough cause," she said with a little sniff that served to undermine the slight complimentary undertone of her words. It wouldn't do to approve too much, although her pace quickened at the ideals he described.

She was exploring, too. In a way. But really —

"I'm looking for something," she said loftily, casting a secretive smirk over her shoulder. This pose had been used to great effect in the past. She hoped he appreciated that she would use such a thing on him. "Something important. But, now that I see this place — I don't think it's here. Pretty as it may be."