Bearclaw Valley drowning

It was hard to even drag herself back to the world of the mortals these days. When her leader approached she did not even notice it, not right away. Not until he spoke.

Sister.

She turned her hazy pale eyes towards him and upon his next words — it is time to kill again — there was a wicked smirk on her lips. Sithis demanded chaos and destruction and blood. While the killing was not necessarily in his honour and service, the chaos that flooded out from it was.

Who? she asked him, curious if he had a target in mind or if it was simply that his mind screamed for blood to be shed.