You Can Try To Forget Me

Aerndís chuckled, purring with pleasure as she saw the fear in his eyes. She began to circle him, playing, teasing. "Wanna bet? You are speaking to the new Marquis of Arcanum, a pack full of warriors… you better behave if you don't want to be torn to shreds." Oh, so many options…. what to do, what to do… either way Aern figured she have a litle fun. "You know, you could join us. The Tsanka wouldn't dare come after you or your sister again, not against the might of Arcanum." She spoke her words carefully, laying them like rose petals his feet, carefully hiding the thorns.

"Speech"