Time for a Chit-Chat

Morgana was her name. She nodded again as the compliment was heard. The mahogany dappled beast laughed softly, "There are more to come, little dove." She winked and laughed a little more. She was weak in the midst of a strong woman. She tried to make up for her weakness with humor. It was a tool she used a lot in these situations. The bony beauty then slithered to Canttina and began to help her walk. They wobbled slowly into the main room, wobbling and limping. As they walked in the smell of rot and death would smack them. The den was covered by bones and skins. The smell of multiple woman was also lined into the den as well. She then spoke some more, french tones filling the beasts ears. Morgana wished to join, but requested a rank. Hmmm, maybe she would due as a soldier or even the council? She would have to prove herself. "Tell me of your talents. I do not give out ranks. If I give you any rank you must hold your own, no excuse."