T25.14 The Tentweaver, Part 2.2

Sophma's brows furrowed slightly as though she had heard her silent insult, but bore a resigned smile on his face as he put Yeiluma down on the ground and sat cross legged on the rug covered floor before Shurmo.

"I know there is nothing I can say to appease, but still however treacherous I may be, I wish to carry out my obligations as disciple..." Sophma bowed apologetically again.

"You don't have to repeat yourself. I understand. Speak - and leave," Shurmo waved curtly at Sophma who could only smile bitterly as he bent up from his seated bow and began to speak.

From Sophma's tidings, Shurmo's mood only soured.

It seemed that the Council of Ancients whom she had rest all her hopes at would amount to nothing more than a token resistance.

For one had already set off towards the Far Reaches - after being convinced by the Priestess, leading many more along his trail.

Further, there have been hearings of the Acolytes of the Priestess harrying leisurely moving riders - sometimes terrorizing them into forcing their Giant Crabs to near exhaustion.

And that was not to also mention the danger of the feral kin of Mantis Queen Uluir - who were said to had recently slain a Crab rider and an Acolyte.