
"As you know, a war is at hand," Itzella spoke sternly more to herself than the others, "One of moral, and economic destitute." Her eyes met the lowly eyes of Penelle who was covered from head to toe in the musk of the forrest. Itzella froze and stopped her obsessive pacing. The crowd watched diligently as her cape flourished behind her as she jumped off of the makeshift stage, "And where have you been?"
"... I've been to the other side, M'Lady."
