Jain Zar: The Storm of Silence

Serve our people, Eldrad,’ she told him. ‘All of our people. Today you have been spared, and your destiny will be great. Do not waste that opportunity on selfish loyalties. Know that my coming here is a warning and should you stray, others of the Asurya will cross your path to set it straight again. Or end it.’
‘Threats? Between the likes of us? Is that how immortals deal with one another?’
‘You are not an immortal. Not yet.’
But she knew from the surge of satisfaction that emanated from the seer that he missed her point. She could imagine his thoughts at the utterance of those last two words. She was no seer, but she was the banshee, daughter of the hand of fate, Morai Heg, and she knew when she was in the company of one whose thread would travel all the way to the Rhana Dandra. But Eldrad did not need to know that.
‘Farewell, Storm of Silence, do not take it harshly if I say that I hope you never travel to Ulthwé again.’
‘I will, many times,’ she replied. ‘And though it will presage blood and death, you will also be glad of my presence for in me is your salvation. There will be many hard decisions ahead, but hold true to our people, heed the wisdom of Asuryan as brought by his heralds, and you will repay this day.’