~VANNIE~
Now that there was a bit of calm (or an illusion of it) Sin and her did rounds of the Inlands.
It was the first time she'd ever gone on house rounds, and the people were very eager to welcome her. She knew this because somehow, everyone tried to offer her lemongrass cream.
"Isn't that expensive?" She asked Sin in a hushed voice as they left the first Keeper's house — the one who still bore a mark on his neck from Maeve's blade.
"Inlanders have wealth," he replied simply, but she could imagine the rest of it. If the Inlands was the seat of power in the Realms, it would make sense that the poorest Inlander be a middle-class lupus in another territory.
She smiled.
When they reached the next Omega's house, she politely declined the large cup of her favorite delicacy, but offered to reimburse her for her trouble. She looked insulted