Lefty dipped her head, her ears flicking back and then pinning forward.
"I'll den by Basilisk, certainly. That'd been my plan-- but I'm glad I don't even have to ask." There's a relief to knowing what's expected of them, and Lefty focuses on that for a moment. They wonder about Basilisk, but suppose it would be ... perhaps a bit
rude or
beyond her expectations if she went to ask about Basilisk too much.
"Heated by magma? Sounds wonderful. Nice and toasty." But the Warlord then asks about her family, and her breath huffs from her, puffing out her nose. "My family isn't here. I had... mm. I was engaged to a woman, but I woke up here before we were even wed." She pins her ears back at the thought, then continues on. "No, this is a strange land-- and if I encountered my family again, I'd try to bring them into Armada, if anything. You're a strong leader, that much I know. And my family was... chaotic, at the best of times." Her parents hadn't been unkind, but...
well. There was often... conflict.
"Speech"
