Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200205021240/@comment-5583506-20200207140754

The old woman closed her eyes, as her grip around Nyasia's hand turned stiff. "Hmmm", she said with an intrigued expression. "Of royal blood, you are. A long, proud line of kings and queens. A queen yourself by right and law, yet so far from home and subjects."

Her expression turned vexed. "The touch of fate and destiny is strong with you, my dear. With your help and guidance the world will be shaped and mended."

The grip tightened. "Surrounded by dangers, you are. And into further danger you are heading. Yet hope will consist as long as company remain faithful and loyal."

Kashya carefully sipped on her tea as she watched, trying her best to ignore the taste of spices. She needed to confirm whether the tea was poisoned or not, but all seemed fine from what she could tell, albeit the old woman had poured too much Mazte into the mix for her to enjoy.