[Shenandoah]

Shen smiled, her lips parting ever so slightly to show a gleam of white teeth, though she did not mean to. For her, showing your teeth was a warning... a threat... she did not want to threaten the woman before her.

"Hello," she said to the white-garbed woman. "It is getting cold out. I thought a touch of cider would go down well before venturing out into the growing gloom again."