Saalyn joined her and sat cross-legged across from her. The former slave had wrapped herself in a warm cloak, to protect herself from the cold wind coming down from the mountains, not to protect her modesty. Otherwise, she would have brought back the piece of fabric on a very tempting thigh for the males who accompanied them. Habit or resignation, the warrior couldn’t tell. She handed her a cup of hot tea, which the woman gratefully accepted.
“My name is Saalyn," the warrior introduced herself in Yriani, "I’m the leader of this troop for the current mission.”
“I think I’ve heard that name," she said wearily. “You’re the Saalyn of Helaria, the vigilante who defends the weak.”
She had used Helariamen to answer, a flawless Helariamen with a slight accent, unknown to the Stoltzin. It was in
