Hideaway Strath khamsin

She had spoken out and her idea had been accepted but this did not mean that her eyes fell with pity upon the gilded snowbird at her feet -- who seemed to have regained some measure of clarity. In fact, they remained hard and aloof -- determined to remain detached and uninvolved as he gawked openly at the halfling. He had trespassed and Kynareth had a right to do with the man as he wished but it was Aerin's job to help temper the more volatile reactions of her leaders -- show them a more peaceful route if it could be taken. There was no guidebook that said they must torture or else murder this man, string his pale hide up as a warning when the Sainthood themselves were warning enough in these parts, but perhaps he might prove useful if they spared him, showed him mercy -- perhaps it would pay for him to feel indentured unto the Saints. Favors were the most expensive currency after all.

The Priestess nodded her agreement to this notion silently, having no issue with the duo helping to escort the intruder to Vein. She was halted in her path as she turned, allowing her feathered plume to swing a loose pendulum at her hocks in greeting as her mate suddenly appeared. Remaining silent, the acolyte only shifted, reaching out to touch her pink nose to Vein's side reassuringly -- I'm good. I'm here.