This time, she felt more than ready.
She took with her a contingent of fifteen guards, with Gunnar and Cavaleris following behind them. She was not weak; she was named Obsidian for a reason, and dammit she would show them she deserved it. She wore black leather armor with matching boots, her sword at her right and daggars strapped to both thighs. Her blue-black hair was tied back in a pony tail with a deep purple ribbon that her mother had given to her. As they got closer to the visitors she noticed the original party had been joined by Thorne and Deathclaw. The big blue beast was seen as terrifying by most, but Obsi never saw him that way. He had gone against Gustav's wishes and played with her on many occasions, laughing off the reprimands he received. She knew they'd brought him along to attempt to keep her calm, which only enraged her further. For some odd reason she hoped he'd take her more seriously than those he was with.
"So," she said, placing her right hand on her sword and the other on a dagger, "tell me what you want in twenty words or less or leave."
"Give me twenty-five," Celia smirked.
"Sure. That was four. You have twenty-one left."
Deathclaw laughed. "She's her father's daughter."
"Seventeen," Obsi said flatly.
"Stop!" Thorn commanded. She looked at Obsi. "We need your help."
"An uprising. May I have more words? I can't explain in..."
Obsi sneered. "I'm impressed you kept track. Yes, please explain this 'uprising'."
Thorne sighed. "Well, to be concise as possible, there is a tribe in the Narrows called the Red Raiders, led by a dragon named Jarl."
"That's just a legend," one of the guards mocked.
Thorne glared at him until he shifted uncomfortably, then continued. "No, it's not. The Raiders have been at war with the Muspell clan for generations, until they were almost wiped out. The Muspell retreated to an island chain a few miles offshore. Only recently have their numbers been increased enough for them to be a threat to the Raiders. No violence has occurred yet, but Fang and Xander plan to as much fuel to the fire as possible."
"By playing on how much the Muspell hate the Raiders, and how much the Raiders oppose the peaceful ways of the Muspell."
Celia took a step forward. "Word has it that Fang led a contingent to the Narrows to look for Gunnar. His body was found by his guards outside a cave. It was bitten in half. Not eaten, just bitten. in. half."
Gunnar let out a chuffing noise that Obsi understood as a laugh.
Obsi looked at Celia. "Well doesn't that solve half the problem?"
"No," Deathclaw replied. "Xander has always been more dangerous than Fang, and he's embedded himself with the Muspell. Who knows what trouble he's causing."
Obsi rolled her eyes. "Why do you care what Xander does? Aren't you all Blackbloods? Victory Or Death and all that sort of thing?"
"You know better than that," Titan replied gruffly. "We were not all privy to what Gustav had planned. You know he sent us far away when he carried out his master plan because we would have at least tried to stop him."
Obsi studied each one of their faces carefully before she spoke. "Alright, so assuming this is all true, what exactly do you want my help with?"
Laria sighed. "We want you to talk to Jarl."