Dragoncrest Cliffs I - declare - BANKRUPTCY!

The woman sang to speak. Lilitu was entranced, and momentarily distracted from all of her woes. She clung to every word, and only realized she had been left breathless when it was her turn to speak; she sucked in a deep inhale, caught off guard.

Lilitu, she replied. Of Brecheliant—though I'm married to a prince of Akashingo.

She wasn't sure how far Pharaoh's reach extended, though she wouldn't be surprised if it touched even here on the coastline. She hoped that these wolves, if they'd heard of either, were friendly with her packs.

Bad thoughts brought her roughly back into the present, and she looked at Chacal of Sapphique, her lip slightly quivering as she asked, Why can't I see?

One half illuminated, the other half darkness. And she had a bad feeling about it, and didn't want to ask. . .but she had to know.