Herbalists' Cache change my mind so much I can't find it

gjalla held his gaze, a flicker of something unreadable passing through her icy stare. he spoke of thrones. dug up ideas of what once was—of what could be still. one day.

"a throne is power," she echoed from an old conversation, measured, careful. "power over others is taken. always." she turned her head slightly, gaze moving beyond him to the herds in the distance. "some fight for land, for blood, for revenge. others for crowns, for faith, for safety. it is not always so different."

her breath came slow, exhaled in a steady plume of frost. "stormrift did not raid." a pause. the truth: "we knew war, but we did not fight without cause."