Chilvary Fell on its Sword

Absinth enjoyed their standoff of wills- if you could call it that. There was a palpable tension in the air, and she rather hoped it was obvious. All the better. She reveled in it. But the topic at hand would come first before any fun.

She nodded in acknowledgement as he began to share his experience with the Armada. It was an interesting thing, their control of a neutral ground dubbed the market place. She would have to visit to see for herself just how much influence they held… As she pondered this, her companion clued her in on a significant bit of information. So. They were already at odds with such a powerful pack? Leave it to Sephiran to make enemies before even claiming his own territory. “‘Merely looked’? Oh Aresenn. A look can be so little, but it can hold everything.” Men. It did draw a chuckle out of her though, thinking about him and Sephiran being thrown out by their scruffs. She was sure Sephiran had gazed at the daughter with such a perverted expression; she wagered the Warlord was well within his rights to ban them.

Absinth nodded again as he mentioned talking more during travel, and she moved to make her own preparations as he did.

[Exit Absinth]

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