Sienna hesitated for only a brief moment before surrendering her arm to the Vistana guard. She appreciated his compliments, and the open admiration in his gaze, though she was always slightly wary of a flattering tongue, knowing well how flattery could be used as a deception. This time, however, the half-elf had little cause to believe such flattery was necessary as a ruse, since she was alone and the Vistana were many. May as well just kill her or rob her outright if they meant to do so. There was little she could do, save flee.
"I must admit, the wonderful smells coming from you camp are what first caught my attention," Sienna confessed, smiling coyly at Arturi. "And I am famished. However, I find that I am most intrigued by the idea of having my fortune told. I hear that your people have a genuine talent for that art, and I have many questions in need of answers."
The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."
“I will,” Darvig uttered.