Sevora sat calmly in her seat, but her eyes were intent on Dristi, studying her every move, her every breath, searching for any sign...of anything. No sign appeared, and Sevora wasn't surprised. She would think very badly of any member of the Order if they could not even keep their thoughts and feelings conceiled. It was quite a simple thing, really. But sometimes...well, everyone slipped up at one point, and that one point was what Sevora did not want to miss.
"...all I want to know is why, and I will bother you no more."
"A simple thing, you ask, Priestess Dristi." Sevora rose from her seat and began sharply almost immediately after Dristi's words, seeming to cut her off. She softened her voice before continuing, which turned it into a bland drawl. "Many times those are the most important, the basis of all we must know. But," she paused, giving the word a greater affect.
Her eyes bore into the other Priestess. "But, I do not see the importance in knowing why you were chosen. It is a childish thing, like you want to hear appraising words, like you want to hear that it was the greatness of your skill and dedication that brought you into this hall."
Her voice was still a drawl, emotionless. Her face showed nothing, her eyes burning only with their usual cold light. She was only slightly disgusted, at any rate. "You were chosen to take part in this mission in the Glory of the Sight because you were seen as fit for this duty as a member of the Order of the Eye, the Burning Sight. You need not know more."
Dristi showed no more emotion than Sevora knew she, herself, did, and she felt a bit of respect in that. She found anger to be the hardest emotion to keep under control, and the other Priestess was certainly bursting with the emotion, or she wasn't anything like what Sevora expected.
She turned her lifeless gaze to Naramarth. "Do you have any applicable questions, Priest Naramarth?"
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