Heron Lake Plateau i.x : who was only a stranger at home

It was going great so far, right? The woman stood and listened, not even interjecting once. Maegi thought, absurdly, that she might be able to get away with this. And then the words began. 

She flinched at every curse flown her way, every accusation. She shook her head at the queries but knew it didn't matter; she wasn't changing any minds today. She thought to flee, and then the woman pounced, and she fell headlong into a memory. . .

Molag Bal.

hanging on the edge of the Void

May Sithis strike me dead, then.

burning on her face 

The Melonii crumbled, seeing not the Redhawk but Molag Bal , jaws agape. And Sithis, hovering nearby, his skeletal visage-- Peryite's oozing-- Cicero--

I j-just came to bring a message, Maegi whimpered, beginning to hyperventilate. No one ssssent me. . .I came on my own. . .I'm not a spy, I'm not a spy, I'm not a rogue--

Just a child. A stupid, idealistic girl.

Please don't--Molag Bal--I saw it--I SAW IT! she shrieked, and she no longer knew what she said.