Othinus
As if on cue a great hawk holding a spear descended, shifting in one smooth movement into the shape of a woman. A cloak covered her rather exposed form and she leaned on the spear heavily, but her eyes met Edelgard's with strength. "Is your kind so prone to ungratefulness, Forsaken?" Her voice was soft yet the hall itself shook forcefully. Even the lightest tone she made rattled bones and made one's hair stand on end.
Othinus approached slowly. Every step displayed an almost pained weakness, as if she could not support herself without her weapon. But she was not ashamed of such a thing. Soon enough she stood before the warrior and the throne. "For your crimes you were granted a cruel mercy. The cursed seeds you planted bore bitter fruit, and you were made to subsist off of them. But perhaps the corruption was more of mind than body. A petty, feuding, and self destructive people some may call you. That it was your nature before your magic was twisted." Her gaze met Edelgard's with almost palpable force.
"I am Othinus. I brought you to my halls to rest. Otherwise you would be still lying unconscious amidst the battlefield."
EdelgardEdelgard watched the figure appear, and change shape as if a messenger from another world, and only relaxed the hands around her spear to better grip the weapon. But she was not prepared for those words, and before that, she was not prepared for the force of the woman's stare.
"How do you know? My people?" The warrior asked. Her frown deepened, but the wary persistence in it wavered just as her words settled, and she shook her head. Before she opened her lips again, the tip of Edelgard's polearm clinked against the floor and she came down to one knee, even through a knot of tension.
"No. Apologies, I am Edelgard, of the Forsaken."
She raised hardened and cautious eyes at this Othinus. Her suspicions were aroused like a nascent fire, though a foreboding sense that the voice sounded truthful quenched them. Edelgard was little knowledgeable in the ways of courts, and even her spellcasting was subpar, but the mien of sovereignty which hung off the mystical woman was indisputable. She sounded entirely different from the crawling abomination that had provoked the Forsaken earlier.
"I am thankful," Edelgard continued. "But why?"