Ankyra Sound nobody expects the spanish inquisition

"an' we are to take all dis upon your word, when she is not even here to defend herself?" erzulie murmured dryly, nudging her way alongside rosalyn. she had left her brood with grezig upon the urgency of vercingetorix' summons. "you were not innocent, you were our enemy den." are you now? the blaze of her eyes demanded before she turned them upon illidan.
he was the son of the accused, and while erzulie was unwilling to simply throw caiaphas aside on the word of a former dragedan, verx had done well in rusalka, and guarded their gates. he could not be the only prince and judge over a woman for whom he had no love, however.
"illidan," the harlot murmured softly, seeking the eyes of the somber young man. "would your mot'er hold such a grudge against easthollow?"