israa nilas ; waking sea ranger (israa) wrote in thedas,
As she spoke with the Warden, she couldn't stop herself from leering when the elf confessed her guilt. When he excused himself, seemingly and fittingly more interested in this new situation, she nodded curtly, her eyes following over to the rest of the group. Mages. An elf mage, to make it worse. For all she knew, she could blow the room up, or freeze them all to pieces, or who knows what else. She should have been dragged off to the tower right then. As far as she was concerned, that was the option. While she stood there, Israa did her best not to seem fidgety. Mages made her nervous. They were unpredictable. Weak foes who were hard to get to or catch off guard.
She kept her silence, as much as she wanted to speak up, she knew it wasn't her place to. Especially in the presence of the Wardens who would hopefully help her in her own situation. The way he explained it, Israa had begun to think it may have been best if she just went down to Ostagar with them. That way she could see for herself, and maybe on her way back north, there would be more sign or word of what was going on. Right now, though, she could admit that she was anxious to find out what the Warden's intentions were for the guilty party.
When the dwarf spoke up, commending her for being an apostate, commending the both of them, she thought her head was going to explode. Doing everything in her power to keep the outburst she so very much wanted to scream in her mouth, Israa instead clenched her jaw. Inhaling deep and slow, she readjusted herself against the wall, crossing the opposite leg, doing her best to look patient as she looked on. This was getting more ridiculous with every minute. Surely something would be done about it. The right something, hopefully.