Robena nods. It's a distant nod, a dangerous nod, perhaps not as cursed as King Pellinore but hardly normal either. This is the motion of someone who has rewritten half of the details of your sentence mentally so she does not have to give her heart time to speak. "Then we shall start with them," she said. "Whatever their goal only evil will come of their success. Come, let us confront them."

She stands, the motion heavy with expectation. Lead her to her target.