Nyshra rest the spear against the edge of the table and leaned over, gathering that scroll and reading it to herself. She'd feel the slight thump of her heart against the vaguest sounds of the sea above her. It made her uneasy, that; she was not an aquatic warrior.. the armor she wore bound her much to the earth.. and the path she chose was rather creepy to her. Quietly she'd bite her lower lip in its slow movements, mimicking the voice she'd use to read it aloud.