Ankyra Sound long and weary my road has been

caiaphas: oooo i like how u think
me: omg no what are u doing

illidan was silent, though the siren caught his guarded gaze to the cliffs above; as if they could hear the denizens below them. perhaps if the wind favored it just so, they could -- but the crone was past discretion, past caring. 

the male was incensed in a way that delighted caiaphas. her gaze climbed his roiling features, noticing the storminess that lingered beyond his sharp eyes. she knew that ambition well, though conquest had never been kind to her -- it moved in the burdensome way of a stone wheel - bringing those low to high heights, and then cyclically trampling them under the freshly minted feet of their new power.

"i am never averse to killing," she replied, no sign of trepidation in her voice. "but we must be smart. i have never known them to travel alone; and i have lived alongside them before. what is your name, comrade?"