Luthera's Crisis

As Luthera watched the dark valley, she felt the presence of someone else approaching and spoke.

"I could have used your help there. Why didn't you say anything?"

Aetoris had left the tent, his handsome, brooding visage now standing beside her as he replied. "When was the last time you received orders from the Grandmaster?"

"Yesterday." Luthera replied without pause.

Yet, instead of leaving, he fixed her with a worrying look. "I would like to see your amulet."

"No. You cannot speak to him." She coolly replied.

"Why is that?" Aetoris persisted.

"Because you are not his disciple – that privilege is reserved for me alone." Luthera heatedly replied. "Are you saying you don't trust me enough to convey my own master's orders?"

Aetoris was taken aback by her steely gaze. "Never. It's just…"

"Are you doubting the Grandmaster then?"