Ridge
I disdain all glittering gold
Tired, Zalir stood and waiting for them discuss between themselves. There was little she could do but inform them of what she knew, but some information she was going to keep to herself, it was too dear to her being emotions of her cousin that it wasn't her place to say let alone know. When they were finished she looked to the sky. "Something about Armageddon. Something along those lines, either way, it won't be survival, it'll be fighting to breath unless you know how to hide from the world." Scowling due to her past, she knew if all went to pot, she could live for some time after everything, returning to her old life of running and cowering in the darkened shadows. "Either way, one thing you must know is Syndraxia has good intentions. Any of you harm her and I will personally see to it you do not walk the earth again." Serious and dead front, Zalir at this point would rather fall herself than allow another great loss on her shoulders.