Sleeping Dragon Beetlebum

He stood for a moment. Thinking of her words. She knew what he did not. Damned witches.
The man tilted his crown softly, sighing loosely.
"You're right, sister. I overthink."
He'd let her think that he'd give in easily. It could be valuable to seem a little easy, but not overly so.
"But perhaps you could show me the right direction?" A gentle proposition. A soft stroke of inquiry for her to reveal secrets.
But, in truth, he wanted to drop it already. The subject tired him quickly.
But another Sinbound?
Alula.