Stavanger Bay earth and sea cower from my screams

Mm.  Of all the words, this was not what Rosalyn expected to hear, but she was not shocked.  Merely surprised.  This had been a role of hers as well, for a time, though her title had been gifted not of her own choice.  And it wasn't a position she had cherished long.

She dipped her head in return, a show of respect; the title suited her well, if she bore it happily, and it was clear she was practiced.  That and her clear battle experience spoke of a story not told; but perhaps like Roz it was one she would rather keep silent for now.  A spark of interest lit in her at the implication of her sultry and quiet words, and she gave her first small, genuine smile.... perhaps.  But the final call was a glance to Smokestep, and Rosalyn too turned, giving a small nod.  Hopefully he would be in agreement.