Hoshor Plains You Should See me In a Crown

the woman offers a clipped analysis which isn't terribly far from the truth, and the warlord runs her tongue over her fangs, contemplating. she has seemingly impressed, and yet the woman before her has yet to do so. for a moment, she is silent. "a spar," she drawls, "impress me, and I'll consider your offer." molten gaze shifts up and down the woman, a flick of her tail-tip as she waits to see how her offer will be received. but the woman only withdraws, and the two part ways, the warlord heading steadily north.