Clan Koleritan
Spoilers ahead, proceed with caution
Aranata Otiolo made a disgusted face. “One cannot serve so many masters. It is uidyryu. Unclean.” It jerked its head in the negative.
“And what of your gift?” Smythe crossed her arms, unimpressed by the Prince’s looming bulk. “An end to the fighting between your clan and our Empire? And Tanaran?”
The herald hissed, “She would starve us, my prince!”
The Aeta swatted Oalicomn with casual disdain. The herald yelped and fell silent in its seat. “You cannot have Tanaran,” he said. “And if your gift will fight with us, we shall feast on the other itanimn. Long have I dreamed of drinking the blood of the Koleritan. Perhaps the dark one will deliver them to me as he delivered Tanaran.”
“You want me to fight for you?” I was shocked.
Howling Dark, Chapter 66: A Bloody Star