While her fellow Kuguar bickered and chortled over her reasoning and explanations, obviously not willing to hear them, the priestess would watch her in silence, crimson eyes watching her emerald ones all the while that she spoke, her ears perked and swiveled towards her to catch every moment of inflection and pitch so as to gauge her decision of her truthfulness. She raised a brow when the little fiery maned Hume spoke directly to her, her paw slowly rolling spiritual beads between paw tips as she listened to her intent and worries and then of her question. She sat in silence for several long moments, watching her and then slowly moving her eyes skyward in thought, her beads clicking softly in the now drawn out silence. She sighed softly.<br/><br/>"The only creatures I know of that could benefit from such a rivalry would be the Cotl...but they have proven to be nothing but myth. No relics ever found of their kind, no village observed from the highest mountains to the lowest caverns...." She huffed as chuckles at the very thought of Cotl being responsible made its way through the room as a joke.She noted the confusion on the woman's face and nodded slowly.<br/><br/>"The Cotl are a tribe of myth, Serpents of the churning sands of the east. Every member of their clan born with magick, the ones without being cast aside into fiery pits. They are said to possess the magicks of fear and devastation, invading the minds of their enemies, living in the shadows and watching as their enemies tore themselves apart. They are also said to house powerful elementals within their palaces under direct service to their king and acting as his personal guard and military generals. It was said in our legends that to every standing Cotl would be a thousand fallen enemies..that their magicks shake the foundations of our world..." She took a slow breath from her pipe and then sighed a small plume of smoke, the scent heavy and easily making the Hume's head swim. It was only toxic should she smoke form the pipe.<br/><br/>"But these are legends...Many have searched the sands..many gone in search of the mythical tribe said to possess such incredible destructive ability that easily overshadows even that of the Hyane..and all have returned with nothing to speak of...other than a silly children's ghost story...even i am not aware of a tribe that would so viciously violate treaty and attempt agitation of war..."<br/><br/>Raschen stood in silence beside the Hume, watching her and then shifting his gaze back tot he priestess a moment and then once again to Taryn. He chewed his nail quietly. Their tactics in legend matching those employed by their mystery assailants. But as the priestess had spoken before..these were legends. He was eventually lost in thought as the priestess finished her story, chewing his claw quietly as he thought, lost in his own world once again.