Kehah's heart seemed to stop as two pairs of silver eyes, so much like her own, stared out at the room. [i]'By the spirits...'[/i] She had to force herself not to draw another blade and risk drawing the attention and ire of the two Dark Elves. The whispers that broke out from both convoys did little to draw her focus away from the corrupted creatures, and she felt no shame in admitting that the knot in her stomach only unwound slightly once they'd returned the helmets to their heads.

As the Lord Grimm made his announcement, and the daughters introduced themselves, Kehah had to force herself not to cross her arms and roll her eyes. True to the attitude of a group with little to no outside social interaction, these people wanted them to [i]play[/i] at war, despite the fact that the two groups had already been at war for years. She doubted anyone in the court saw the two convoys as actual people.

There was a refusal at the tip of her tongue, but a few things stopped her; one was that she didn't want to risk drawing the attention of the Dark Elves, her time with the Elves of her forest having solidified the wariness that years of stories had already built up. Another was that, if she played this[i] game[/i] right, she'd be doing what she came here to do; killing Onyxians. The third thing that stopped her was Maar'von's flesh and blood [i]stepping forward and accepting the offer.[/i]

She let go of her stoicism and let her head fall into her hand, the resounding [i]smack[/i] of flesh against leather echoing in the now silent room,