"Do you wish to be free from it?"
"Are you an... Oracle?" Was Moulin's first words to the elder naga.
The darkening of his tone could be perceived as he spoke. There was a sliver of suspicion in those striking silver eyes as they laid on the calm figure of the elder female.
The woman smiles when Moulin ignores her question. Her beaded neck made a sound as she shook her head.
"Oracles speak to entities... I am not one. Derived of the will to do so because I treasure my people more than those spirits." She explained. "But I can determine a person who had suffered when I see one..."
"You think I had suffered?" Moulin frowns. "Pain is part of living." He shakes his head as he moved to turn around. "I've had enough of people telling me what I need to foresee in the future and what must be done to save myself..."
