Matriarch

“Are you sure it was okay to let them go?” a man clad from head to toe in a large black cloak spoke in a raspy voice that showed signs of ‘un-use’. As if he wasn’t pleased with the way his voice sounded, he cleared his throat several times. The man was tall and had a sword strapped to his waist. He wasn’t alone, and his words weren’t meant for himself. Next to him was another person also fully covered in a black cloak. He was referring to an ambush that they had set up. They ordered some of their top class teams to tail and intercept a group of Barbarians and whittle down their numbers. And the mission had gone off without a hitch. However, now he wondered if it was the right thing to do when they could have just killed off the entire group.

“Yes,” the person next to the tall man replied. This person was different from the man. For not only was she a woman, she was an old woman. Her back was slightly bent and her hunched f