he's a tramp

He was polite, and offered Deathbelle a mirror of her words. Though she wasn’t prepared for his quick introduction her surprise wouldn’t show on her features. This was not Pyrrhic, but with the clues given the Empress was nearly sure that this was a son of Malleus. Her heart skipped a beat as Archon swirled in her thoughts, she pushed the emotions down. This wasn’t the time or the place. Ashen was beginning anew, putting down real roots, was it time to try and extend their hand over Boreas. Could they use this new pack to that goal?

”Welcome to Boreas, Tiercel of Aerie.” the Empress offered politely, hopeful she would be able to say it with honesty. ”I am Empress of the Ashen Empire, Deathbelle Klein.” She returned in kind, curious about his motives. She almost asked if they’d come north from Auster, but she also didn’t have any wish to tip her hand more than necessary. ”What do you think of the land and its alphas so far?” She didn’t know how far he’d gotten but it would be interesting to hear his opinion.