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"I am Nyra. The word Priestess is familiar to me...I was once a Witch myself. Though, not everyone knows that. I am one of three sisters, born the daughters to the High Priest and Priestess of said Cult." She offered in return, "Though yes, you are correct. I am a warrior." 
The behemmoth female stalked a bit closer with her head low. Nothing challenging, just simply...tired. Though she was still considerably young at a ripe 3 1/2 years, her body was still healing from the fight with the bear-wolves on the other side of the crimson mountains. 
"Craft, as I call it, isn't quite as foreign as it may appear. You just have to know with who that information is safe." She shrugged, trying her best to stay at an unthreatening distance while still being close enough to hear each other without yelling.