|Woah! Moving fast. O.o|
It was good that the action was moving this way, even if it made less than perfect sense. A paladin of Iomedae, willing to associate with an evil figure? Didn’t that denigrate everything that made up—no. It didn’t really matter. Khiida cracked her neck to one side, watching figures stab about each other suspiciously. It made sense to be suspicious. Someone had put them here…from which faction? Why? Perhaps that accounted for the willingness of unlikely comraderie sparking up despite hostility.
Everyone was desperate and confused.
Naturally. It wasn’t in Khiida’s personality to wade forefront into the thick of things, but she watched, ready to move to the aid of the dark creature if need be. Her Lord didn’t approve of evil actions, but it didn’t approve either of presumptuous, saccharine labeling either. If someone wasn’t harming you or, to your knowledge, anyone around you…why go the extra mile to ruin them?
Existential pondering around her. Self involved conversations. She might have been interested (people were interesting) except…well, Aamir had it aright, as far as such things went. The whole thing was suspicious. Nervous.
They were stuck here. Hard. Cold. No, she didn’t much care who anyone was, as long as they personally weren’t responsible for doing—whatever had been done to bring her here. It seemed unnaturally familiar, and that made her care even less…
Oddly, it was the same gruff, familiar voice that said something of sense. No point squabbling, thrusting ourselves at each other—at least not until we know exactly how far we are from death.
Loathe as she was to speak in Common, that weak, pitiful language, it wasn’t really a good option to disengage completely.
”Maybe someone wants us to kill each other.” She smiled her sharp-tusked grin at the paladin, the rogue, and the…person they’d been verbally sparring with, though it was unsure if they’d notice.
Was there something to find? It had to be the oddness of this place that made her look more to her fellows, a hand seeking toward the weapons at her belt, just ever so casually.