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my other leaders. silvertongue wondered if akavir spoke in message or in honesty. both. allowing faust to know he had a council of power in the valley was a noteworthy warning. he maneuvered swiftcurrent out of being beholden with the exchange of any hides, while reducing what he would take, and thus the debt. faust referred to silvertongue as if she were an idol, but she was not offended. standing silent in the company of powerful men had always been to her tastes, and she was skilled at the unsaid games beneath allyship talk. did the kaan evaluate akavir now, wondering if he moved in political gain? darukaal was a place of warriors who held but did not expand, something silvertongue found keenly interesting. what sated a fighter if there was no blood to be shed? faust dismissed the debt, graciously placing himself above, and silvertongue watched. again faust moved, establishing darukaal for the feast. all this while she had been silent, offering only a pleasant look between. she did not dislike the idea of being seen as an idol, a statue draped in furs; something to be treasured.