Settling In

The Garrison, Lecture Hall

Svetlana and Praetor Zell stood in the centre of a large room, as the forty or so members of the Spiritual Garrison crowded around her, eager to finally see a rusalki up close. Zell noticed she was getting agitated, and started to gently gesture for them to back up.

"Don't crowd her, please." Zell stated, starting to shoo people away. "And don't pretend she can't hear you either."

"I can speak and understand both Gilnan and Karandi. I have some knowledge of Elven as well." Svetlana stated. "If you're going to gossip about me, make sure I can't hear you."

"Optio Svetlana has joined the Garrison. She will be joining you on select missions that play to the strengths of a rusalki." Zell explained, to some dubious looks and raised eyebrows.

"That thing can be civilized?" A man asked, only to find himself tossed to the ground by Svetlana less than a second later.

"I'm an apex predator, food." Svetlana replied coldly. "Treat me with the respect I am due."

"That thing, as you called her, is a respected member of the Garrison." Zell answered in an annoyed tone. "You would do well to learn from her."

"Miss Svetlana, what was that language you were screaming out in the foyer earlier?" The hooded Centurion asked.

"That was my native tongue, Rus." Svetlana answered, holding her hands behind her back and standing up straightly. "All knowledge of it has been strictly forbidden by our leaders. I will not teach you it. No rusalki will."