Firestone Hot Springs Pride comes before fall

The stranger seemed to take heed of Basilie's words, and soon enough the sound of her rumbling did cease. As the breeze began to pick up, the stranger's shape formed within the mist, and then she stepped towards Basilie with some words of wisdom slipping from her lips. Had this been another foolish man, there would be no point in lingering. She was tired of encountering them at this point, and would rather be alone - or in the company of a woman, even a foreigner.

Her interest was piqued. So you have lived here for a while. It was an observation accompanied by a slight turn of her head; but that was when the stranger's gaze locked with her own. In any pack setting (or specifically Rome) Basilie would have corrected the mistake. Instead, her gaze became like solid gold; hard, imperious, and unwavering. Where? Upon the plateau, I presume? It is the only heavily marked land I have passed so far.