Regan’s nose wrinkled at the mention of his ‘animals’. It was entirely foul, entirely unnatural—and coming from a witch, that was saying something. She nodded, mentally tucking something away for later.

“Keep the door open to him. It’s good to keep an eye on him, however unappealing he might be to look at.” Regan grinned, chancing a joke and glancing at the dyr again.

Regan was starting to understand how Ora was a natural fit for her trade--both the trade of a prostitute and particularly for rebellion. There was an easy charisma about her, like the intoxicating sweetness of a venomous plan designed to draw people in. Regan liked it.

"I heard about his new plan at the tribute," Regan said, "What do you make of this whole...project? Seems to me he might have bitten off more than he could chew."

Regan nodded. Especially with many Eldouir—according to Cassian—in Lorendale, it was difficult to see how such a thing was possible…unless there was something they were missing. She was quiet for a moment in thought, then spoke.

“I hope your people will not have to suffer much longer,” Regan said with quiet solemnity, “Nevermere is coming…it’s just a matter of time. In the meantime…” Regan exhaled with a long sigh, “I am here to lay eyes on all I can to bring information with me back to Nevermere. Any help you can provide in that regard would be invaluable.”