@firstcrderlieutenant
Egon had been summoned by his general shortly after the soldiers sent to Nopliora returned. He had heard rumors among them that they had captured a woman in the capital, a priestess of Diana. Egon intended on looking into the rumors more after he answered his summons, but he soon found the act unnecessary.
Pushing back the curtain into the large tent of his officer, he saw a figure dressed in a pure white robe laced with gold and beads. The flames from the fire in the center of the tent danced across her clothes and hair, casting her in an otherworldly light as Egon met her gaze first, before looking to his officer.
“Shafir, come.” The general raised his hand and urged Egon forward, to stand close to him and once Egon complied, he spoke finally to the woman. “So, you are the fabled seer of Nopliora. Tell me, girl, what is your name? What is your title among your people?”














