"Strange mortal," she finally addressed him, her voice carrying the cadence of ancient authority, "I hold what thou dost seek, yet it shall not be freely given. A bargain must be struck." Her gaze carried a hint of expectation as she asked him.
Pyris, hearing her words, was not surprised, as this ancient beauty had spent a century or more here, so surely, she had her own desires, "perhaps that's the way she thinks; she can navigate this new world far from home." Pyris thought to himself.
A deal, an exchange, was a trade she could think of, and given the expectant gaze she had, Pyris almost felt sorry for her; she was in a world that didn't belong to her after all.
"Okay, Lady Nysa, I can't help but agree to a request coming from a beauty such as yourself, and given the bond we share, I can only agree to my partner's request!" His noble voice almost fooled Zara and Alera—almost.
