Phantom Hollow To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive

Hunst; ah, he hadn't changed, though he now wore the same gilded leash donned by the rest of Casco Bay. A testament, truly, to the seductive power of Sea-Snake magic. Alara judged him for it, of course, but only a touch.

You, She answered steadily, gaze unwavering upon him. And her, I suppose. Her muzzle tilted in the direction from which Hunst had come, indicating the woman he followed. Alara had made no secret of her own distaste for Reverie — not a personal grudge, but a deeper knowledge of what the woman would always bring with her.

That was a conversation for another day.

River forbade it, of course, Alara beckoned her cousin forward, moving to take the lead, albeit slowly. Eventually they would need to see Reverie. But not just yet. He would sooner have me on the front lines of the war. I say there are bigger fish.

I'm here to reclaim what has always been ours. Something stolen. It just so happens that our goals align, She stole a glance toward Hunst as she spoke. Pointedly, she did not ask; they would have her along whether they wanted her or not.