She stopped singing, as the Coajutor didn't care for her to sing this way, and turned her gaze slightly to look at the Prophetess more directly, no longer trying to speak in rhymes and songs.  "I wasn't asking for one in three as slaves, I intend to take them as warriors for my armor, and my people to build a city to the glory of Malfeas his heart, the shining Green Sun."  She walked over the sand for a moment, to gaze at the advisor.  "Very well, that sounds like a wise choice... when we go, I could go forward with the scouts to the border."