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Entering the room, Cordelia's eyes found Sothal, and in them there was a spark of relief. The evening prior had not gone exactly as planned and their parting, along with the unusual encounter with the Cabal raven, had left her feeling uneasy.
Jerian, thankfully, had not returned and she was only too happy to be offered a guest room, where she'd managed to sleep off the remainder of the discomfort Destin's concoction hadn't alleviated. It was always a bit of a trap, when she began to feel better. Because in the end she knew she'd need to use again... And it was getting worse every time.
But for now, she was safe. Sothal was safe. And things, it seemed, were about to get interesting.
Her vibrant eyes flickered to the other figure at the table and she smirked. Maldviri were, to her understanding, not the sort of people one generally saw in places like Faledrin... And certainly not the ilk generally associated with the Cult of Thieves. Deeply rooted in morality, they held a compass for decent behavior that rarely staggered beyond due north. What he could have to do with them, Cordelia couldn't guess.
Sinking into a seat, she reached for a grape and popped it into her mouth, swallowing, before she nodded, "Morning Emrys. Pleasure, Ilias... Welcome to Faledrin."
Jerian, thankfully, had not returned and she was only too happy to be offered a guest room, where she'd managed to sleep off the remainder of the discomfort Destin's concoction hadn't alleviated. It was always a bit of a trap, when she began to feel better. Because in the end she knew she'd need to use again... And it was getting worse every time.
But for now, she was safe. Sothal was safe. And things, it seemed, were about to get interesting.
Her vibrant eyes flickered to the other figure at the table and she smirked. Maldviri were, to her understanding, not the sort of people one generally saw in places like Faledrin... And certainly not the ilk generally associated with the Cult of Thieves. Deeply rooted in morality, they held a compass for decent behavior that rarely staggered beyond due north. What he could have to do with them, Cordelia couldn't guess.
Sinking into a seat, she reached for a grape and popped it into her mouth, swallowing, before she nodded, "Morning Emrys. Pleasure, Ilias... Welcome to Faledrin."