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[indent][color=lightgray]The voice that Shirik heard was of a Tekeri, apparently. She was dressed rather well, and had the put-togetherness of a low noble. By her appearance, the burning being could tell who she was. Shirik studied the Tekeri's presence for a moment. Groomed feathers, unbothered body language, and yet she didn't [i]look[/i] like a noblewoman. There didn't seem to be a weapon in her hands, but she could've been a mage if Shirik's assumption was correct.

After a long pause, they finally broke the silence. [color=D68300]"You are from the Ascendancy."[/color] They said, more for the sake of implying it was obvious than asking. Their voice was like sandpaper against wet stone, yet distinctly resembled that of an Iriad of great age. [color=D68300]"It is [i]unwise[/i] to stalk someone. Dangerous, in fact."[/color] Those eyes were incapable of expressing emotion like other creatures, but it was not difficult to perceive that Shirik did not appreciate the sudden intrusion. Still, someone followed Shirik this far for a reason, and they knew it would be easy to fend off someone such as this, who had no weapon or was actively attacking them.

Whoever this woman was, they weren't a simple bandit. The Ascendancy did not send people after specific individuals for nothing. [color=D68300]"...Sit."[/color] They said, agreeing to the woman's request.


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