En Route: Tython
There were so many questions that could've been asked the moment the ship departed Teta for the Maw's prize; why was it that the Alliance was left to its own devices in the final stepping stone along the long and storied path to Tython, however, was what rested at the top of her mind. There were many others on board the sprawling destroyer that had similar thoughts in mind, though few with as much clarity as she had now, and she wondered if
Irveric Tavlar
had thought the last moments preparing for Bastion had felt comparatively too easy as she did now. She knew Solipsis was confident, overconfident even, and the rest of his retinue were similarly so - she didn't share that same sentiment, though, as her plan differed from theirs wildly in ways that had many more points of failure than the one he had laid out to them in private."You've been staring at me for ten minutes." She said abruptly, interrupting her own train of thought as she turned her head towards the person in question.
Surea
had garnered her attention, whether it was on purpose or not, in quite a similar manner to how she'd been sussed out by the man leading the Brotherhood itself. There were differences, of course - he'd seen her as a missing piece in a grand puzzle meant to secure his goals, she merely felt the stranger's eyes burrowing into the back of her head. Neither of them, though, had intended the other to notice. "I don't know you." Mori added simply, asking for the woman to change that without saying as much.
