Should I worry about the smell of Iromar close to the borders? I do not think so - at least not for now. After all, if anything I am eager to see Blackthorne again to see how he has taken to leadership. It's easy to play all sides of the game when each player is fascinating in their own right, no?
But it's not him today. It's his sister. I still remember her scent and I laugh beneath my breath at him having sent her -
had I not threatened her? Is this some kind of test? If it is, it's a shame for it'll be a waste of a test. In any case, there's something peculiar about her call that makes my movements more urgent though I'm sure to take just enough time to leave her waiting.
I didn't think he could kill his father. Was that at all or yet? In any case, I had expected him to get lost in the moment of it and ah, I am so surprised to find him battered but moving. As I approach, I pause several away as the woman begins to speak; I take this time to really look at him, to look at the damage inflicted. I do not think this is the doing of just one - how many truly wanted a bite and how many had simply done as Thorne wished? I sneer, amused by the idea of such a loyal following. Loyal to a fault perhaps. How sickening to ever give up your own autonomy for the power of another.
But why is she here? And why is she lingering so close to Underidge? My eyes move between the pair before they move to Natiya with an unspoken question. Is she as surprised as I am? If she is, I wonder if she is as...infuriated. Has he been sneaking even deeper within the shadows of Glorall? My eyes settle on him, wide and hungry for an answer - why is Kamala here?