[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Alusq]

"Stop your bickering, will you," Renata felt enlivened enough by the food to mutter the words under her breath as the men quipped at one another.

"It was most invigorating," she added to Tiras's thanks. Her brow furrowed at how casually Renault deduced there were "not many" morphs remaining. "They're aberrations," she interjected. How could anyone live in such peace here as long as they existed? She sighed. It wasn't her place to understand everything. "What would you have us do?"