[ Inancha had definitely taken on a different look these days. What used to be elegant, dark cowls and gowns has become silver plated armor and chains. Her newfound upbringing allowing her to emulate the look of the Dotharl that had taken her under his wing. It glistens in the moonlight, creaks and clinks when she adjusts herself ever so slightly before her. Bobo remains still when Inancha takes a step forward. Just one. ]

Your doubt is correct. That is your only triumph, as your steps lead you to a foul decision.

[ Inancha shakes her head very slowly, her eyes never leaving the other Au'Ra. ]

But...

Yes. This does count as form of company.

[ Slowly, her arm raises, reaching for the staff that rests at her back, nestled beneath a bow and collection of arrows. ]