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Eske does not stand at her Heda’s side but she lingers close behind the Commander but off to the side enough that her eyes of blue-green sea glass can survey the group that has gathered on the other side of Drageda’s borders. Her gaze touches each of them, lingering longer on the ebony woman she takes to be their leader. She knows Kendra is nearby and the urge to go stand near her was strong but Eske restrains her desire. She may not have been as politic savvy as Freyja she knew that this meeting was important and that she should pay attention. She is not sure what is to come out of this meeting just as she is not sure what to make of these neighbors. She desires to add tactician to her mercenary trade…she wants to be Wanlida — bringer of death. She has not wanted anything so much and so she trains herself to implore learned patience and she surveys and listens with a swipe of her salmon pink tongue across her jowls.

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