"We 'ave a plan beyond just runnin' at the walls with daggurs, for sure, ma sweet lady." Neit added, taking a far greater time stripping down. Darker skinned than the other two, bordering on onyx-black, the tattoos made her form look like a weird collection of hovering blue feather-shapes if you allowed your eyes to blur it into the background. "They 'ure isolated in Garethkullgen, ya see. So isolated 'er daughter might jus' have dreams of makin' 'er own little house."
Sliding into the pool like a layer of smoke, Neitar then just drifted closer to Aryyna whilst keeping a soft, surly, enticing tone in her voice. "So, we make tha' bit the head of the snake, so ta speak. All tha' would be lef'd is tha' there empte shell in Neinarmur..."