Firestone Hot Springs Pride comes before fall

Another strike against the kind Osprey, then. Basilie could see no reason to continue the conversation with her - she was of no use. But the woman stroked at her ego in a mild way, and so the Roman lingered. The question made her ears twitch, and although the movement was nearly imperceptible, the slow smile that graced her features was not. Yes, I am. To be identified so readily as a warrior was gratifying. Basilie chose this moment to elevate herself - at least metaphorically - by embellishing; to Osprey she was Cassia, but who was Cassia to her?

I am one of the honored guards of my emperor. That had a nice ring to it. Even if it was a blatant lie, just like her assumed name. My Emperor sent a battalion of warriors here, with myself as its leader, to hunt down a wayward soul. His name is Hadrian - a large man with pale fur, flecked with silver. Have you encountered anyone by that description? This was the last thing Basilie would ask of the woman; and it was entirely possible that her falsity would come back to bite her. Perhaps Osprey was only playing along, and Basilie was not as skilled a liar as she believed.