Dro'cahi gave a huff. "Saying she is a 'well-trained warrior' is a massive understatement. Ri'vashi is the best damn military commander to ever grace the sands of Elsweyr. That, Dro'cahi says with no uncertainty. Her observational and tactical abilities are innate, unbelievably fast, and undeniably effective. In that, she eclipses even her father. There is no one that this one would trust more to lead our warriors...but that should be her role, not leading this clan. A masterful military commander she may be, but she cannot seem to understand that the rest of us are not soldiers."

Letting out a sigh, Dro'cahi gave a quick glance in the direction of Ri'vashi. "She does not know how to lead [i]people.[/i] She does not relate to them, she does not understand them. She expects everyone to live like soldiers, and it has taken its toll. The people of this clan have never been so unhappy, so...frightened. Sure, you might argue that this war with Vile makes it necessary, but what happens when that discontent is allowed to fester? Dro'cahi does not want to see his niece torn apart by some...upstart usurpers who may take advantage of people's fear."

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Peiter took to his task of bathing Sabine rather enthusiastically. Of course, they were technically still in a public place. There was no one immediately around them, and the others in the chamber were not paying particularly close attention to them, but they were still there. Nevertheless, Peiter did start taking some risks in how he was touching her. 

"I'm...not sure entirely. I think it depends on the kind of painting, how big it is, and how detailed you want it to be. Some can take a few weeks worth of sessions, but I don't think that's what La'khay is going to do. I'm kind of excited to see what it will be like, though. I think I almost have you cleaned up." Peiter answered.