Farila POV
Dilorus
Farila sat in the high chair, watching the White Sage with barely concealed contempt. She found him a disgusting troll. There was something odd about him, she felt. She had always felt it. He was pacing up and down the room, after speaking with her. His tall lean body was encased in the white robes he always wore and his hair was long and white and flowing on his shoulders.
Yet there was something strange about him. Something she could not put her finger on. He made her feel very uncomfortable always.
She moved in her chair waiting for the man to stop his infernal pacing. She wanted to close the deal and get things moving.
"So...." he said, turning around to face her, with his strange eyes, one green and one blue, "You say you wish t ally with us against Irismus."
"I did say that umpteen times....yes" she answered a bit impatiently.
