Jolu was shocked, to say the least. A bow. Honest to the blind, deaf, and dumb gods; a bow. That had never happened before. Usually it was just raving and chanting in rage and accusing her of wronging the spirits, but this Denemika was different. She warranted further investigation. It also meant that she nearly missed what Ryshin said. Inclining her head in acceptance she sat back down.

[color=ed145b]"Respect among peers truly is a terrible thing. Worthy of both caution and violence."[/color]

[color=0072bc]"Hush,"[/color] she whispered and hissed in Ilsibin's direction.

Deciding that pressing the subject further was in poor taste, Ilsibin sat in silence as the parade of events played out. In his professional opinion none of these people were ready for a war. There was entirely too much stubbornness and pride in the air. Instead he chose to try and illuminate himself and everyone else on the dangers they were about to face.

Clearing his throat loudly over the din, Ilsibin asked his question, [color=ed145b]"Master Mawblack, If you would be so kind as to explain what you know of these generals and the types of battles we'll be facing."[/color]