One, two, three, four, then half a dozen and the number increase, the place is getting crowded and some of them are looking at her.
Sonja feel her heart beat faster and her breath getting short.
But...it's all in her head, she keep telling it herself , there is no breath, no heart, nothing.
First, the Numenerad, no...his tribe came later, a Volnadi! The banshee look back at him but the warrior spoke the truth, he's not on Sonja naughty list.
Not that she would show up in this way, no, a book thief would be awaken in the middle of the night by spooky noises of chains and screams, only to find nothing and be startled again as soon as their eyes closed on the bed, repeating it over and over. NO REST FOR THE WICKED!
Visions of bleeding walls and other horrors, objects moved out of position....she doesnt confront people directly, no, she make their life miserable until they return the book.
Of course she could just ask, or take it back, but it's a banshee, malicious revenge is part of her; thanks to her methonds people tend to not make the same mistake twice.
Second it's Nemeia, they have a lot in common, truly a lot, this is why Sonja like her, since both are basement trolls they each remain in their zones and hardly ever meet, but the banshee was there when Nemeia joined, she know the truth and cant avoid drawing comparisons.
Third the brutest brute in the brute's history, she examine Thrack with interest but then Garrak goes about his quest for godhood and this truly irritate her.
The archivist begin to sink in the ground, slowly descending into the shadows on the floor.