Hell Just Got Worse

Aerndís was in a mood when she came strolling back into Arcanum. The confrontation with her sister had left her feeling hollow and extremely tired. Mind was whirring with thoughts from just pretending the meeting had never happened to trying to kidnap the pups herself and raising them as her own. Spirits knew she could raise them better than dægmar of all wolves. It was infuriating. A familiar scent met her nostrils. Ahhh… so the new slave was up and about, how quaint. Grinning, Aerndís moved to approach the girl with a grin on her face.

"And how are we today, my dear? Settling in?"

"Speech"