Of course it would have been petty to immediately judge Pearl based on something as small as her<em>tone</em>. In fact, it gave Mouse a little thrill to see Kisara treated like something that had just crawled out of a swamp.<br/><br/>But the way Pearl talked was all too familiar. Her arrogant, entitled and complete confidence in something greater than herself. She was so pure, so perfect, so<em>faithful</em>. So eager to<em>sacrifice</em>.<br/><br/>Had Mouse really sounded like that? No, not exactly, because when she had spoken to her faithful of sacrifice for their god she had meant her own blood as well.<br/><br/>"Well," Mouse said, slipping a fish into her pack to cook later, "as an ill-informed foreign mercenary I would be very interested in speaking with the Sea Lord about his no doubt tireless efforts to keep the people of Hacre safe from the tide of undeath." She smiled, "that's where the best blood money is, after all."