The woman on the left doesn't look convinced, chest swelling under her angry glare, but she doesn't challenge Dirk any further. [We'll hold you to it,] says the woman in the center instead.
His question garners more of a pause. [It's...Her Song isn't something that can be easily described, much like Herself,] starts the man, pensive. [It's something to be experienced, and it depends on Her intent. For Her people, She Sings Her gospel to us; for Her enemies, Her Songs become Her weapon.]
He leans forward slightly.
[We can't stop your people from trying to find the Glencolans, but I can guarantee that the Great Whale won't allow it,] the man hums. [They will die. This isn't a threat - just a warning.]
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His question garners more of a pause. [It's...Her Song isn't something that can be easily described, much like Herself,] starts the man, pensive. [It's something to be experienced, and it depends on Her intent. For Her people, She Sings Her gospel to us; for Her enemies, Her Songs become Her weapon.]
He leans forward slightly.
[We can't stop your people from trying to find the Glencolans, but I can guarantee that the Great Whale won't allow it,] the man hums. [They will die. This isn't a threat - just a warning.]