Sun Mote Copse you always feared god-born achilles

barely does she entertain nivis, perhaps grateful that some sembleance of a brain had returned to him.

it was a pleasure meeting you, then. she smiles, surprised by how quickly the speaking woman decided to throw in the towel. please let us know if you return soon. she gestures with a nod at basilio to disengage. no blood would be shed, for today.

may your travels be safe. the matriarch gives no hesitance to pulling away from the pair and returning to her throne. she had children to tend to.