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Sumeria slowly made her way over to Baale Jlasta. She had been in her yurt, gazing into the Phial of Nile water Kalasin had given her for her birthday, which always helped her think.

Her thoughts had drifted towards the Phoenician warrior who had become part of the tribe a little while ago - the one she had dressed down harshly for speaking against her about Kalasin. Suddenly, for some reason, she had felt regretful for doing it - she had never felt regret for it before, because in her mind Baale had no right to say the comments she had, especially when Sumeria was so angry at the time.

But in any case, the Queen had no desire to harbour any bad thoughts against any of her sisters, not when the world was going to end some time soon. And thinking about the event, it seemed so petty to her suddenly. This would not do at all.

S: Baale ... how are you?

The urge came to her to ask about Svetlana. Sumeria needed all the knowledge she could muster, so she tried to draw Baale out to say something.

S: Quite an interesting visitor we have at the moment in Hyrcania. *casually* Just another one of those shady women I guess, who like to keep secrets ... Nothing else?

~Sumeria

Sumeria closed her eyes, and smiled. Thank the Goddess, somebody else noticed Svetlana. It wasn't just herself!

S: Of course.

~Sumeria

S: I do not think you are my friend at all, I do not regret a word of what I said, only that it was lain upon you and not in my own thoughts. I will admit that I was a little harsh for one comment, but I was angry.

Sumeria shrugged.

S: But that's not the point - the point is that there are hard times coming up, and the First Evil does not discriminate between friends, enemies or otherwise. If I'm going to do my best to protect this tribe from the Apocalypse, I need to know that my sisters are at the very least my allies, who are willing to help me and in turn themselves. That request is all I ask of anyone. I cannot do it by myself.

Sumeria paused.

S: Call it a truce if you will, that I'm willing to make.

She asked for barely anything, merely for things to be civil and supportive in battle so that the job could be done. The Lioness was a very unlikely person to give in in the slightest, but the lateness of the hour demanded that her pride be set down a notch or two, and she was wise enough to adjust it.

~Sumeria