Randvi can't help smiling a little. Even in worry, it makes her happy to think of her friend.

“We would definitely be a pair like this; she was mauled by a wolf as a young girl. I was so frightened of her when we first met - two hands taller than me, a voice like two stones scraping together - but she's so noble and she's always treated me with kindness. I've never seen a fiercer warrior, either.” Randvi sighs deeply, speaking to a long-held loneliness. “I'm married to her brother.”