Walking inside, a slender and scaly seakin wearing what seemed to be tight-fitting rubbery clothing kneeled before her tribe leader. Keeping her head down the entire time, a slightly rough but feminine voice spoke in a very reverent tone.
"My team and I have returned from the Savage Depths as you have requested, Blood Mistress."
Replying in a wonderous but icy voice, the kneeling seakin resisted the urge to catch sight of the incredibly alluring voice.
"And what of the surrounding tribes? What did you discover?"
Sitting on the comfortable padded throne that her loving subjects had crafted for her, without her even asking for it, the Silvia on display had none of her boisterous or lazy demeanor from before. For as much as she was painted to be a battle-crazed and lackadaisical Tribe Leader, that was just when she did not have any important responsibilities or serious battles.
