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base of the mountain set for tomorrow @Wintersbane

Huāzhēn lingered at the base of the slope, finishing up a small ferret meal she'd caught. The festival had (presumably) gone well, but now that celebration was over, the empress couldn't help but think about what lay on the horizon. War. Not her war, maybe, but if Simmik was where they suspected her to be, she doubted they would let this slide for much longer. Kidnapping from Yuèlóng and now Neverwinter- Huā wished to see the Saints try taking from Moonspear. Perhaps she and Mal were not ones who rushed into violence, but the mermaid knew Hydra would never let such a thing slide- and it would only be so long until justice tore Donovan into two. She licked her chops briefly, and took another bite.