Duskfire Glacier uppsaluk

"i am silvertongue," she said, taking her cue from akavir that they must stand beneath their own names. harsh was the realization that no longer could she append her connection with akashingo to the end of her own name. no longer was she their part, nor their portion. a creeping sense of melancholy washed through her, but practiced as she was, the silvered mask did not slip. "thank you for bringing us to darukaal, kaan faust," she said in fluting voice, offering a small bow that acknowledged his power. "what is the meaning of a blood talon?" at last she sat near, appreciating the rugged guardianship of the glacier's hold. any attackers would be hard-pressed to either fight darukaal outright, or siege them at all. she would have liked to see more of it, but held her tongue on that front, eyes light on faust as she moved her words instead to stroke softly his darkened ego.