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Evaine stood in calm quiet, unsmiling as she slowly pulled her hands free of her riding gloves tucked the effects neatly into the loop of her horse's breastcollar. Though the Dreadlord made no eye contact with the man, she was listening. To him. To the scuffling men. Just a silent mountain...

These were not lands that held any familiarity. Situated far from what once was home and between what felt two separate lives, a Dreadlord cut an unhurried pace along the road at the back of her party. Dubbed Captain Cutthroat for the stories told of her adventures far across the southern sea in...

Exempt from the conversations of the others simply due to proximity, Evaine kept quiet and remained ever vigilant. To become lost in conversation was a death sentence out here - one had to keep alert. Malakath had proven to be as deadly as the Ixchel Wilds, though its predators were...

The eggs went under silent scrutiny from Evaine as she listened to Lothar's murmured reply. There was no need to share the rumors with the class - likely some, if not all of them, already knew. The colony wasn't very big and if she learned anything from her days spent among the compact community...

"Get it out of your system now, Lope," Evaine arrived on scene just early enough to witness the short exchange between the two. Living among the colony for the last five years had allowed those that had survived the time and opportunity to get to know one another fairly well. Well enough to know...

Indeed it was. Even Daera could sense it, taste it, feel it in the air she walked through. It hung, dense and nearly tangible like a heavy, ancient fog. A miasma of Arethil's many cultures and ages. Even despite the origins of much of it being that of the slava it held her with a certain...

There was no preparation in the world that could have equipped her for this meeting. Despite her several centuries of life, Dahldaera had never once yet come across a slava human face to face in such ... close proximity. Slava were not even allowed within the confines of the capital palace of...

Daera would have liked to comment that this is what happened when slava were left without oversight - but the fact of the matter remained that the Priesthood had essentially done the same thing to her own people. It was an affront to society she meant to rectify in the coming years. For now...

Bast lingered near the top while Malus moved to climb after the Sovereign and would have made to help him as he struggled had he not managed to catch his own self. "I do not believe these passages were made for creatures such as ourselves," the dryder said gently to him, lower four eyes...

"Allow me, Silver One," Bast gently intoned as she squeezed through the passageway to join them, her many legs filing through the tight quarters one after the other after the other. The dryder scaled the sheer rock wall with no trouble and Daera watched her with equal parts fascination and...

"I like you, Malus," a look of disgust peeled across Daera's lips, pressing a scowl into her expression, "but mind your time spent with among slava and see that you deflect such impressions in the future. I will not have the filth of their ideals or cultures corrupting my Kingdom." It was the...