Firefly Glen Monster in Disguise

Her ears switched and swiveled atop her head, focusing on the conversation between the two. New to Moonspear, Keres did not have knowledge of the current political climate. Perhaps in this instance, there was no need to have prior knowledge; the threat lacing the Mountain Queen's words lended plenty inclanation to the temperatures of the proverbial waters they stood in.

The pale, bulky woman bent to the other's will post-haste, spinning words with little emotion and an equal amount of care sprinkled over top. Nyra. Direfangs. Saints. Neverwinter. Donovan Azura. Derg. Names and beings etched into the stone tablets that made up her memory; eventually they would wear away but for now, her memory was a strong, ruthless vice. These subjects would be ones that she would surely inquire about at a more appropriate time.

In the midst of this conversation, Keres remained a stoic sentry near her leader's flank, watching and waiting for the moment she might be needed.