those kinds of things

Her attention was captured by the approach of a familiar form - a form that spoke eloquently of determination and purpose even before she opened her muzzle. Her words simply confirmed it. The gods had guided this woman to her in answer to her need and Katja would not be fool enough to throw away such opportunities. It was strange, though, to hear herself referred to as Queen, the title she had only used to refer to Raisa and never to herself... it was disconcerting. "I have been considering my need for trained warriors," she confirmed finally. "You... Daegmar you said? You seem a capable, efficient woman, but what skills do you offer? How willing are you to prove yourself?"