Redsand Canyon invalesco

how different from the general this lady seemed; and yet, both carefully controlled their tongue. 

from one, honey flowed on golden tap. for the other, nothing but querulous ice. 

qiao bowed once more in the general’s direction. she distrusted his agreeableness, but gave little lead. turning to lady ruenna, the priestess spoke with a thin smile. thank you, my lady. i look forward to meeting the two of them.