She nods. "I am Serethiss. You may stay in that hut; its owner recently perished," she said, somewhat dismissively, before heading into a larger building, others following her.<br/><br/>The hut was sparsely furnished; a few treasures and comforts, remnants of someone who knew of greater comforts, and wanted to recapture them, as best they could.<br/><br/>A few hours later, and a young male knocks at the door, and requests she come to the council, for their decision. Inside, twelve of the snake people, some looking quite old, some, like Serethiss, quite young, sat at a long, curved table, surrounding an open fire. "A question," the young woman asked, as Finexia entered. "If we agree, and serve you, what will you offer us, in exchange?"