[Arien]

“……You were absolutely right, Dristi, it will be close. Very close, with heavy losses, if we are forced to action. And unless, of course, we make sure it is not." Dristi nodded and left the tent with a smug smile on her face. She watched as Ghurdan gathered a few of his men. She made her way to the her own private tent, and to her annoyance found she was being tailed by none other that Sevora’s babysitter. She turned on her heels and rolled her eyes as she came face to face with him. He was far taller than she, and he held so much power in his hands he could break her two in an instant. But Dristi was quicker than he and he would also dare not to touch one of the Order of The Eye. So Dristi was fully able to annoy and humiliate him at her discretion.

“Yes?” she questioned her voice full of annoyance , her hands placed firmly on her hips, “ I know she asked you to watch me, but not until we leave…..are you that stupid?.” It was a rhetorical question, not meant for his answer. But under his breath she could swear she heard the words: Yes, but not as stupid as you. Dristi decided to let it pass as she was in quite a good mood for some strange reason, she turned again leaving Rahvin standing in the middle of the camp his eyes burning with the anger that he could not tear that pretty smile from her face. Dristi, however, was quite pleased. When she reached her tent, which was situated the other side of the camp from the main one she slipped in past the hangings at the front.

Dristi made her way, firstly to her weapons. A safety precaution, you never knew what was going to happen in a situation like this. She laid out her two curved knives, encrusted with rubies for a symbol of The Eye. And the two smaller knives, the blades not even three inches long. She placed these on a table and then changed into more heat friendly clothing. She discarded the heavy garb of the priesthood. And instead wore a shouldered, black leather jacket, which underneath was concealed iron mail. It was heavy, but not so heavy that she would rather risk her life. She placed on her bottom half a light black skirt that reached just above her knees. Somehow she knew Sevora would disapprove of what she now wore, but she would still wear her priestess cloak just to please her.

Dristi also placed black leather boots that reached halfway up her calf and inside them were the small knives. The larger knives were worn upon her belt which was around her waste. It also carried a vial poison and a flask of water. She left her hair to flow by her sides, which wasn’t very wise as the heat scorched it, but she could find nothing really to tie it with. As she left she donned her crimson and black cloak and fastened it at the top. She stepped out into the heat of the day and made her way to the rest of the envoy.

She looked at them, Rahvin and Gurdhan stood nearest to her and Gurdhan’s five men were a little behind.

“So,” she spoke softly, “if you are all ready let us take our leave….”