Thread:Faenor of the Silver Laurel/@comment-26084195-20170104064405/@comment-26444332-20170111235737

(I suddenly get the image of the cistern-city on Utapau in my head.)

Kurenai nods, understanding, but she's clearly impressed.

'Incredible.' she whispers.

--

Azusa sits, accepts a cup of tea, and promptly hands it to one of her guards, who tastes it. After a few moments, he (or she) shakes his head, and hands it back with a word in their native tongue.

Azusa takes a sip.

'Now, do you know where my daughter might be? Or shall we discuss pleasantries first?'