She nodded.  "Her.  The Golden Lord.  A Lookshyan general.  I'd have gone to the Bull of the North if it would have saved me and whatever children I'd have from having to go back to them.  I'm just fortunate it's my sister."  Mana sighed.  "I hope that one day, the schools can be liberated, that the talent that comes out of them does not have to come at such heavy a cost."  She recognized the tattoos.  Another of the supposed Anathema of the Realm.  Being big and burly meant that he was a fighter, without a doubt.