The look of shock upon Nivres face as she casually sat by the mountainous blazing fire, holding a nicely roasting weasel on a skewer caused a smirk to appear on her face. “What? Do you want some weasel?” She asked, keeping the smirk in place. There was no way she was going to up the meagre meal she’d managed to catch (by some miracle of the goddess) on the way back to the lair, but teasing Nivres, especially after her victory against him, was just too good to pass up.
Nivres blinked, then took a moment to compose himself. “Why are you here Bringer of Truth? You were free to leave and not return.”
Sabeline took a large bite out of the now crisp weasel, crunching it loudly and causing Nivres to wince at the sound. “You failed to tell me dragon, exactly where I am the forest is not of the
