The little woman sat in the back, having arrived only moments before the Lord Ikorolch's announcement, her hood covering her head and shadowing out her glittering blue eyes. The unstrung bow, the newly empowered Calina of the Star's Wrath, in her hand laid silent, but she radiated an energy and a warmth that even the cold-hearted Grailen could feel. And although her lips barely moved, everyone could hear her songbell voice.
"Instead of a funeral, the free people of Aloria celebrated the death of a man," she started. "I do not celebrate. My heart weeps for the loss of your brother Ikorolch." Slowly, she moved her head in his direction. "No matter the monster he was. No matter how many times over he deserved this fate. I am truly sorry for your loss." With that, she stood, moving toward the door, but as she crossed the threshold she stopped.
"Also, the issue of Argonia remains and it will be taken care of soon." She continued her step, vanishing into the rain.