Scarlet saw well the advance of her 'comrade', chosen by the Harbinger for reasons unknown to her. The dreams of the masters of their masters saw the precise incisions Wisdom in Silence had made upon Creation's body, tearing vital vessels and cords here and there. He was a useful and loyal tool that performed its deadly inflictions well, living up to his reputation.<br/><br/>The Prophet could not find a more boring choice of a companion.<br/><br/>"Wisdom in Silence." Her fingers ran over the soulsteel chains that curved around her arms, body, and thighs, trailing spikes along the ground. Her mouth curved into a sadistic smile, her hands taking hold of her chains as she curtsied, serrated blades teasing small cuts into her skin. "Your pace led me to distraction." Scarlet Prophet's eyes bore into his, unabashedly looking over his form as one would look over a frame for its weak point. For all of the Harbinger's freedoms and plots, she wondered what, exactly, was in her mind when she decided to arrange this pairing. If her mindset had been to spur tears of neglect, their Mistress may very well succeed.<br/><br/>"Our most sacred Harbinger believes that we will show her a fruitful alliance." She breathed a soft laugh in following. "Let us see what we have to offer the Hundred Kingdoms." Wisdom likely had a murderous bloodlust somewhere within his cultured frame; Scarlet Prophet decided that she would have it out of him, one way or another, as quickly as opportunity provided itself. Grand designs were planned, of course, but Scarlet would not let events slip by without having her fun.