There was opportunity in this.

"Not I, lord," she said. "There is another here who calls upon your power..."

This was oh-so-perilous. To bother a king with the politics of slaves risked his ire falling upon the entire region indiscriminately. She needed to capture a very narrow band of interest - enough to raise his curiosity but not so much that he'd feel inclined to investigate himself. Academia didn't prepare her for this. Intelligence couldn't help her with this. No matter how much she'd studied, no matter how much she'd prepared, no matter how glorious she might think herself this was still begging and supplication.

So begging and supplication she gave. She bent her knees and kissed those talons and felt death beneath her lips. "Our destinies tangled, our scents mixed. Two slaves stand on the same rung. Allow me to cast him down. Send me to make him bow, to make him kiss my feet as I kiss yours. Let me wring my words from his throat so your slaves might speak your holy Words with one voice."

[Talk Sense: [b]13[/b]]