Barrow Fields And under mountains in the moon

the siren had yet to decide what it was she wished to do; on the one hand, fate had a strange way of presenting twists when one needed it. on the other, it could very well be a trap. last she had encountered dragedans, they had swarmed out from the blackness like oily roaches. she was loathe to test her luck.

just as mal caught sight of her, there came a crunch of paws behind her. her ear pulled back and she was met with the approaching form of the man who saw fit to depose her. any accusation of him following her was clearly conveyed in her eyes, but she did not speak -- for the brassy, impudent man below had thrown some sort of riposte their way.

bolstered by firefly's presence, the crone slid down the embankment and made her way towards vercingetorix -- unflinchingly. he was mouthy as any, but she had met many mouthy men -- often, their insolence was a way of hiding deeper insecurities, or flaws in their patchwork.

so few of the cheeky men caiaphas had met ever had physical strength to rival their mouth.

caiaphas smiled wanly, turning her gaze to mal and ignoring the incorrect surmisal vercingetorix had delivered. "you look lost."