"I don't care one whit about Ishtar," Parsley responded curtly. She watched the girl enter the room, eyes narrowed in response to the confidence the girl brimmed with.
It was up to them to bring those idiots out in one piece.
Yet another player entered the game and the room. Unlike the others, there was something different about this one. Observational Focus unlocked what secrets it could about this woman.
She carried herself much differently than anyone else. It wasn't confidence or pride, nor was it the high and mighty attitude Sarada tried to carry about herself since taking the crown. Parsley wasn't sure what it was, but it was more noticeable than anything else.
The rays of light cut through the mist like a knife through butter, and illuminated what they couldn't like a light house at sea. The woman's voice carried itself with more bass and depth than her size should have warranted. A small woman with a deep voice was nothing new – her own sister had a deeper voice than her size should have allowed – yet this woman's carried with it an authority that went beyond what was normal.
"Hm."