"Hm."

Striga greets as you enter the council's chambers. Her eyes are weary, hand pressed to her temple in a way that almost mimics how Morana does it. The commander of Styria's armies had been out again, scouting the lands near Styria's borders for the plan the Council of Sisters had put into motion. It made her weary.

"Visiting Styria again, I see." Striga observes with a small, dry sound that almost sounded like a chuckle.