[Arien]

She pulled the loose hair from her face, as the harsh, sand filled wind whipped it across her face again. They were now near the out skirts of the city, she looked back to it. The dark Citadel loomed over the narrow streets, casting along shadow over the city. A permanent reminder that the Dark Lord was always present, and that he always watched the city. They came out of the city gates, which were surrounded by small hut, animals and such things. It was untidy, the people there living in squalor. The sun still burnt bright in the sky, and clouds were all but gone. It was going to be a cold night.

"In what direction do you wish us to travel ma'lady?" asked one of the men as he nodded to Sevora. She looked at him for a few moments as the company halted. Then put her hand against her forehead, shielding her eyes from the sun and looked around.

“I shall travel south,” she replied the man nodded, and obviously had no indication of what Sevora had answered him. As he began to walk back to his position Dristi spoke softly.

“And in which direction do wish us to travel in Sevora?” Dristi was irate by the fact Sevora thought she was the only one with power. Ha! ‘I shall travel south!’. The man stopped, shocked at Dristi. “Maybe stay here? While you do all the work, oh high priestess.” she continued in a mocking tone, “Or did you not realise the little circus you have travelling behind you?”

“You dare!” hissed Sevora. Yes, she did dare. She wasn’t scared of her, she wasn’t the high priest and she never would be. Just because she was chosen to lead, did not mean she neglected her fellows, and discard them as a piece of useless baggage. She would not last a day against those animals in the tribes without their help. She would need the rest of them. So no doubt she would have to respect them. “Dristi I will deal with you soon.” she continued. The solider still stood there gazing at the two. Dristi turned to him sharply.

“Yes?” she snarled, “May I help you?” Her eyes burned, and the wind continued to blow across her beautiful , but evil face.

“No…” he said and walked back.

“We continue south!” Sevora shouted and they continued onwards.