"Oh don't give me that, sorry will never fix everything...now, look at me when I talk to you...You can Not be weak when you consume the poison...if you do, well...i'm sure you know Exactly what will happen, Don't you?"
She looked up at her and nodded slightly
"Yes Natalia..."
G: "To herself We are entering the Ascension Year with a weak queen. If we lose...I will not go back to Prynn!"
Prynn. It was once the poisoner's city but now only the weakest reside there. The entire capital of Indrid Down is theirs now. It has been for over a hundred years. Natalia glances out the window, towards the Volroy's black spires. Five Arrons sit on the Black Council. No less than five have sat on it for three generations, placed there by the ruling poisoner queen.