Brenna masked the relief she felt as their foe stepped back. Truthfully, she hadn't thought through the extent of the consequences that could have arisen if he had chosen to take up her challenge. She was fairly confident she would have been able to take him, not least because she had her svalen to rely on, but the other two... Her blue eyes drifted to the pair who lingered behind still atop their mounts. The tusks of those creatures would have been a danger even in her other form.
It was hard to keep up with the conversation with her limited lexicon and dividing her attention as much as she was between the man Skad spoke with and his two accomplices. She caught the odd phrase here and there only for the next words to throw the shadow of doubt over what she thought she had heard. The man never mentioned Kol though and Brenna was certain that was who Skad had wanted to find first. From what she had explained of the politics of the Nordenwiir, Kol would be a level of security. Was this other person, a she?, someone Skad could trust? From the look on her friends face she doubted it.
Bre let out a soft sigh, shoulders sagging a fraction, when Sar retreated.
"Me too," Brenna admitted, still not taking her eyes off the warrior's back nor her hand off the axe at her belt. "I do not like him," besides the obvious lecherous intent in his gaze, there was something off about the man.
"Not much," she sighed in exasperation at her own lack of knowledge on the Wiir language. "What is a Prestsfrú? Do you know her?"
It was hard to keep up with the conversation with her limited lexicon and dividing her attention as much as she was between the man Skad spoke with and his two accomplices. She caught the odd phrase here and there only for the next words to throw the shadow of doubt over what she thought she had heard. The man never mentioned Kol though and Brenna was certain that was who Skad had wanted to find first. From what she had explained of the politics of the Nordenwiir, Kol would be a level of security. Was this other person, a she?, someone Skad could trust? From the look on her friends face she doubted it.
Bre let out a soft sigh, shoulders sagging a fraction, when Sar retreated.
"Me too," Brenna admitted, still not taking her eyes off the warrior's back nor her hand off the axe at her belt. "I do not like him," besides the obvious lecherous intent in his gaze, there was something off about the man.
"Not much," she sighed in exasperation at her own lack of knowledge on the Wiir language. "What is a Prestsfrú? Do you know her?"