"Ah, the Free Marches. I grew up out there, too." Frankly, she'd probably already joined Vedas' Marchers before Korrin was even walking.

As Korrin continues, Meoni grimaces sympathetically. She knows what it's like to lose company members--and the Valos-Kas are much more tightly knit than her own...than her old group, Vedas' Marchers.

"Maker, do I know the feeling." Meoni reaches up to touch what's left of her right horn. The base of her scalp isn't infected anymore, but there's a scab that means she can't braid her hair back without reopening it. "It looks like you're doing a good job, if what work you did with the templars out there is normal."