Her smile is calculated -- political, if you will. She looks like she would belong in court -- even with her rough, homespun dress, red, with a heart sewn into the collar. She looks like the kind of person, that could wear even that and turn heads, let alone if she had something different. Clearly, she was born with a purpose, and even here, that purpose was ingrained in her every step, word, and motion.
"It's no trouble," she waved a hand. It was not his questions, but...
When one has already fought this war -- worn oneself down to the very bone, died twice over it, it becomes tedium, almost. What should be grand, and exciting, was almost routine for a woman who wants built magic superweapons on her own.
"IF there are other questions, I'm happy to provide them. The more...allies we have, the better prepared we are, yes? You will find that the Kenoma are... rather dogged. They will be ready for war soon enough, and they... are as vicious as any opponent. Any knowledge you gain now will be a lesson you don't have to learn the hard way later."
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"It's no trouble," she waved a hand. It was not his questions, but...
When one has already fought this war -- worn oneself down to the very bone, died twice over it, it becomes tedium, almost. What should be grand, and exciting, was almost routine for a woman who wants built magic superweapons on her own.
"IF there are other questions, I'm happy to provide them. The more...allies we have, the better prepared we are, yes? You will find that the Kenoma are... rather dogged. They will be ready for war soon enough, and they... are as vicious as any opponent. Any knowledge you gain now will be a lesson you don't have to learn the hard way later."