Thread:Faenor of the Silver Laurel/@comment-26084195-20170104064405/@comment-26444332-20170124012309

Azusa smiles warmly at the Veydreth, her eyes showing no sign of hostility. Rather, he senses a deep motherly warmth emanating from the woman, as Gor'sok did.

'You do me honour, Hunter Claz'zakla, for entertaining my daughter,' she replies, her voice musical, like all the other Aetanii: like water flowing over creek stones, or a melody softly played by the fire. 'I hope she has not caused trouble, for you or your people.'