Haunted Wood everything

the woman turns to peer back over her shoulder at the general as she approaches, neglecting to comment on the way serem's sides bulge similarly to her own. it is something she'd rather ignore; a severe strategical misstep on her part. there was no honour, no true power in leading a group of self-obsessed mercenaries, as the girl had proven. and now she'd sacrificed her beauty, her body, for a lackluster position. "serem." comes her greeting, stilling as she stares back toward the general.