Ibakha's face stays unmoved, and it would almost be enough to make one think she didn't care for Felih's story. But if one looked closer... Her hands clench until the knuckles turn white. Her tail, narrow and spiked, twitches behind her. And most damningly? The aether begins to swirl around her, black and white and mixing together.
And with that fury, the fury that will never show up on her face but rather in her soul, makes her laugh. A bitter laugh. Honestly, it's a slightly crazed one. A laugh that has no mirth, that found no humor, but something so unexpected and ridiculous she can't react any other way.
"I see. It seems I may have business with him of my owm, then." Delight and wrath in equal part danced in her eyes. "Ul'dah does not view me as a friend. I would love for nothing more to burn that city to the ground as it begs for its coin to save it. But... If that bastard coward is related to those Blades that stole everything I owned, then I will relish his suffering before I end him."
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And with that fury, the fury that will never show up on her face but rather in her soul, makes her laugh. A bitter laugh. Honestly, it's a slightly crazed one. A laugh that has no mirth, that found no humor, but something so unexpected and ridiculous she can't react any other way.
"I see. It seems I may have business with him of my owm, then." Delight and wrath in equal part danced in her eyes. "Ul'dah does not view me as a friend. I would love for nothing more to burn that city to the ground as it begs for its coin to save it. But... If that bastard coward is related to those Blades that stole everything I owned, then I will relish his suffering before I end him."