Jeruk had sat upon his basalt throne, and looked down to the envoy from the east. She had walked in mere moments before, after giving the spearguards trouble with her weapons. Two sharpened metal clubs and a sheath of arrows she'd made by hand, but she refused to give up her bow. If she hadn't seemed foreign enough, she donned thick white garments, and stood taller than even Jeruk's tallest spearmen. And she'd brought in a strange large striped cat, that just like the bow, she refused to leave them at the door. All marks of arrogance and sacrilege that could only come from a foreigner.

Also her eyes were white as marble, and her skin was blue as sea.

Jeruk twitched his nose. This woman had come to his hall and flaunted his rules. His envoys had found these strange easterners and said they were unlike the dwarves from the north. And they were right, these people were arrogant. But even so, this foreigner... she walked with a stride he had not seen from most mortals. She was peculiar enough to stave off Jeruk's wrath. For now.

Krasa Lara rumbled, some ash came through the room. She had grown impatient with Jeruk's musings, and so Jeruk began, "So. You have come to Krasa Lara, and I. Know this, foreigner, She and I are of a higher being. You stand before gods, and yet you bring weapon and beast into this hall. But a Ti-Maan is just. Explain yourself, easterner. Explain yourself and your peculiar ways."