Noctisardor Bypass High and Dry

”’E is worse den you,” She commented to @Anselm, once she felt certain the unwelcome behemoth would not hear. Adrenaline surged through her now, in the wake of dealing with someone so mercurial. She left feeling neither triumphant nor defeated. She supposed she should be thankful no blood had been shed, but no progress had been made, either.

But she knew what the man looked like, what he smelled like. She knew for herself he was deserving of punishment- and she’d managed to survive the encounter. Now, to speak with @Etienne- and then report back to Sapphique.

She feared there would be no satisfying outcome. Her brother was far too gentle to want an army sent for revenge- and she knew he might also choose to stay, for the sake of the women and their children. Bitterly, she began to accept how ineffective she was.