Tell Me Something Good

In the dim solitude of her den within Whisperer’s Gorge, Enyo lounged on a pile of pelts. Her armor was properly stored at the entrance on its designated rack. Her eyes reflected the flickering light from a nearby oil lamp as she rested her head on her broad paws.

She had sent Foberos soaring into the night with a simple, sharp command: Find Erebros. The message was clear. Her brother had asked for a word, and now was as good a time as any. Enyo knew him well enough to expect the matter was important. If he needed to speak with her, she’d listen. Erebros was never one to waste time.

She exhaled slowly, the tip of her bobbed tail twitching. Whatever Erebros wanted, she was sure it was worth the time.

"SPEECH"