the king wants his gold

A woman was quick to arrive, white with a russet face. Argent would look at her without saying much, simply a present body to attack should her King need her assistance. Others would of course arrive, leaving the Glaciem party outnumbered five to two at the very least. She partially expected a few more Glaciens to show; Isardis had a son and a sister present in the pack at the very least, and they would most certainly back him. For now she did not worry, remaining confident in stature and pose.
Isardis would state his business, and Argent would remain a silent figure, a shadow in the background, a hired hand. When he had finished speaking she would voice her own opinion. ?It truly is a lovely place. She would be looked after, I can assure you,? she spoke; sometimes a woman was better able to assure things than another woman. In truth, Glaciem was a paradise. Sure, there were certain aspects of it that were not ideal, but the day to day life for women was wonderful. They were well protected, fed, and provided for. Their children were looked after, their lives defended. The community the Overseer was trying to build was a stable one, consisting of connected individuals looking out for one another?s welfare.