The sleepy twin didn't respond as readily, though she'd complacently followed her sister - or rather, been dragged by her sister - into the bathing room.  She glanced at the dog, clearly unafraid of the animal.  the reverse was not quite true; the dog's tail curled under and it shied away from her gaze the way it would if it had encountered a particularly large snake or a rabid animal.  The dog did not react as badly with the alert twin, though it didn't much like her either.  It was impossible to tell if it was their faintly mixed blood, evident in eyes not quite normal and skin not quite properly colored, or just bad temper on the dogs part.  The girls were human enough, it was true; they held no unusual powers or tainted blood granting them mystic or unnatural potency.  But they were inbred and not entirely by human stock.<br/><br/>"Such a n abundance of crimson will be costly.  You wish us to pay for our keep?  We are penniless, and sought succor.  But her beauty is free, and nothing else is."  As the old priest moved a little closer the sleepy twin's eyes opened wider, and they fixed on Madragail's.  She stepped closer, sliding her arms over her sister's shoulder and leaning her head alongside her twin's.  resting her weight along the other girl's body and her arms outstretched, hands lightly resting against each other.  The view let the unpleasant man see inside her sleeves, where lay a dagger nearly as long as her own forearm, a simple, straightforward weapon that had seen much use.  The other reached up and crossed her arms over her sisters, making it seem as though they were merely close.  The canny old priest could see the truth of it: not only could the stronger girl grab a dagger from her own sleeve, she could take her sister's dagger as well, and place herself in the forefront of an assault.<br/><br/>"What demand would she have of us who have nothing save our claws, our teeth, our trophies?"  Almond-shaped eyes narrowed and for a brief second she looked alert, alive, and angry.  "We are not whores, to be pandered by old men and fucked by faithless fathers and green mercenaries."  She didn't tense; she relaxed and waggled her finger at the priest of their Beloved Goddess.  "Shadows and silence follow us, and devour the flesh of the dead left behind."  The amber-green eyes closed nearly completely, a sliver of color in a pale face.  "We are called Corr and Ruhk."  She gave no indication which one was which.