"I'm fine with respect," Mouse snorted, "just don't worship me."<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>She had left her huntresses to escort the slaves home - even if she had brushed it off at the time, she hadn't been deaf to the village elder's warnings about shadowlands. She had no desire to take her people into such a blighted and blasphemous place, especially when there might be some sort of Drowned Queen waiting for them.<br/><br/>What she got, by contrast, was a dreary spit of sand entirely devoid of enemies to fight or slaves to rescue. She inspected the small boat, but it didn't have nearly the capacity for her foe's needs.<br/><br/>Her only other lead was the other man milling about. Had he seen something? He looked alive, at least.<br/><br/>"Ho there!" she called, scraping her walking stick along the sand, "you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?"