[Sophia the Thunder Mistress]

Rysha waited as Sikilkolindo began to speak. "This meeting, Rysha, what's it for? What does Gorthroth want of me?" his eyes were cautious. Rysha smiled. A proper respect for her master. But she thought she saw a gleam of ambition in his dark eyes as well. Her smile faded. Rysha served Lord Gorthroth. There was no room for outsiders. If Sikilkolindo thought that this might be an opportunity to gain authority with the wights... Her fingers stopped stroking the whip and closed about the handle purposefully. Rysha would deal with it.

"What do they want with me?" Sikilkolindo demanded again. Startled from her private thoughts Rysha snapped out of her fixed glare at Sikilkolindo and mentally scolded herself for letting her irritation show.

"There is to be a council. Dwarves are bound this way, and we must not let them survive." Delicious thought... Rysha's smile was back, full force. Sikilkolindo nodded, the caution in his face remaining.

"I'll be there." he repeated.

As Rysha hurried back to the cavern where Gorthroth waited, she overheard an exchange between some orcs and Kurzag in his cavern. Rysha knew Kurzag well. Those newcomers had best watch their steps.

Hurrying into Gorthroth's chamber Rysha was startled to see not one, but three wights inside. Gaeriel, one of the lesser wights from the deeper caves had come, it seemed. She curled her lip in a sneer as she passed Gaeriel, and positioned herself at a respectful proximity to Cersed and Gorthroth- though noticeably closer to Gorthroth.

She bowed low, her hood covering her face entirely as she concentrated on the cavern floor. Gorthroth's voice summoned her to rise, and she did.

"They are coming, my Lord." she said, unable to supress a grin. "The orcs, the men, they are all coming. None dare defy your command."