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She hears tales of conquest all the time, and rarely does she go and witness. Unless they are for herself or her allies, the golden woman has little reason to care. Few truly pose a risk to herself or her children, and she will crush those that do in time. Fiery gaze locks upon a dark-pelted woman, immediately dissecting her appearance with a calculating look. What is it that this woman could want? ?Greetings,? she calls coolly, making no hint as to her true feelings about the situation. If she has any at all. ?Virgil Olympus, Empress. Am I correct in assuming you are one of the new conquerors?? she questions. Her posture is dominant, unwavering. She is not to be trifled with, that much is apparent, especially not on her own lands.