Kire smirked at the elf, shaking her head. "You seem to always like my face anyway," she commented, then stopped when the elf said her name, a haunted look taking over her features. She didn't quite understand what Ysaryn meant at first, but the more she spoke, the more it became clearer to Kire. [I]Gemini.[/i] Kire frowned, gesturing at her own chest similar to what Ysaryn did. "Brooch. There's two faces on the jewel facing each other, is that what you meant?" 


Kire swore in her own tongue, her anger fueled by the fearful quiet Ysaryn had sunk into. It took a great effort not to pull more answers from Ysaryn so she could go back immediately and begin the hunt. Instead, Kire swallowed her age and let it simmer. "Ysaryn," she said in a low voice, "What else do you remember about the warehouse? What do you mean 'not sold into slavery'?" She reached out and touched her hand gently, though her own trembled with the anger she was holding back, her own eyes dark with it.