Dragoncrest Cliffs vouch for the poems out of my mouth

men that leave. and there it was,  a truth half seen but not recognized, not for chani. her memories and knowledge of men was widely positive, punctuated by the sapphiquean trait of superiority.
the more she thought on what sobeille said, the more it spread out in appealing danger before chani.
but she truly could not conceive that men deserved such a fate. 
and yet perhaps she knew.
she thought of mulherin, draped in tightening kelp, dragged on the sand. it was a thought which scared chani, for he had done nothing to deserve it.
but what was deserving?
she continued to stare at sobeille. "how — what do we be needin' to do to ... start?" she asked faintly, her heart pounding in her veins.