Moonspear long in tooth and soul

"If they do, then we correct it. I can't really see your sister abiding by someone using up resources either—you know she'd chase them out before they got a chance to complain about it happening." A smile flitted across his features; he could see Hydra having that sort of reaction. No time to discuss it, no time to work out a plan, she would enforce and enact something a bit more toothy to get her point across.

"And I'd like to think those individuals have certain tells about them as well. Not that we often get callers at our borders to begin with, but I'm sure you've seen your share turned away," but maybe not; he couldn't attest to how his parents had kept up the borders outside of marking them, nor could he say that he had gone through some rigorous entry questionnaire and visual example test.

No, Hydra had lured him in both times, and his connection to her had bypassed much of that. A measure of worth in a look, he surmised, and seemed like it had been eons ago now. To think his failures at the weald would let him seize the mountain for himself, and seize her too. But he hadn't the time to think about that, as such things were better left for reflection in private.