Redsand Canyon Such a dark destiny

Crowfeather you poor fool

 

Nyra herself answered, of course. 
The monolithic woman was nearby anyway, preparing for the move the Saints would make soon enough. 
Looming and dangerous, the Grandmaster prowled to the scene. 
She could swear she recognized this kid...
Wasn't he the poor brat she terrorized back in the Hinterlands?
Ah, yes...he was. 
Recognition lit her hellfire-golden gaze and she wrinkled her lip with a dire, nonverbal warning.
"I remember you. Ramesses and I terrorized you once before." 
Her predatory stare held an obvious disbelief that Crowfeather would want to be here at all after such an encounter.