Nehaalista seemed pleased by this, though it was hard to tell if the upward flicker of her lips was a smile of a twitch. [Thank you, that would be very kind of you.]

[Did you serve with the Aldor, or the Scryers?] she asked. It wasn't an uncommon question. Nehaalista had naturally chosen the Aldor, having good memories of them through the centuries when she'd been a shy youngling trying to become a Vindicator. But this girl, with her green skin and her blood elven features might have chosen her parents people.