Akeldama – his ears pricked, swiveled, and listened to her ambitions, to the aspirations she carried – and they seemed brewed and steeped in secrets, in convolutions, in more than she was eager to share. He didn’t ask or plunder any further, regarding her sentiments and wishes through his scrutinizing, meticulous fold; knowing well of how the Basin’s familial veil ran – amidst strength, endurance, perserverance, and fortitude. They conquered and triumphed because they were a chord of tenacious tethers and belligerent wiles, conjured and entangled and shrouded in so many bestial splinters and savage endeavors, kept looped and coiled behind furtive lies and indifferent gestures. They were rock and rubble and ruin and tied so precariously to one another through domination and adherence; and where the constancy fell was at their weaker points, were amongst his flaws, his defects, his imperfections. When they were a unit, they were an incredible fighting force, a horde of beasts, monsters, and paragons to be reckoned with – and when they were drawn to a listless lull, perhaps they were even more forbidding and ruthless. If she was as desperate as her fleeting look indicated, maybe she’d stand a chance amongst their brigands and mutineers, along their revolutionaries and spies, clustered and masked and surrounded by barbarity, supremacy, and recoil.
 
Tiamat’s speech and gestures were welcome, a compassionate glance towards the rising peaks and the indifferent valleys, where the glacial rise gave away nothing and no one. Even Mortuus Nox offered his input, insisting she’d visit their Haruspex if she still hadn’t found a role to stay within. The Reaper’s cold stare fixated back upon the newcomer, and even then, he truly didn’t know what she yearned to be either. But, he’d still allot her the choice, the permission to remain in their stead, to find and discover where her heart twisted and laid. “You are welcome to stay, Akeldama.” He nodded towards both Basin members at their well-placed information, at their versed stead, far more capable of lending discourse than himself, grateful for their impact on the world before them. “There is no rush in pursuing your part within the herd. You may take your time and experience what the Basin has to offer.”