Sha'Rona strides up beside Vuvi, straight into a huddle of chattering dwarves, and every single one of them goes stiff and nervous at once as soon as they lay eyes on her, throwing her looks of mild, well-worn irritation.
"Don't look at me like that," Sha'Rona says, sneering at them.
One of the dwarven forewomen steps forward anyway, arms crossed. "What are you doing here? You and your tree-hugging furballs have been making our lives hell for months," she scowls, before turning to Vuvi. "They're a menace!"
"That's what you get for destroying our forest," Sha'Rona scoffs, turning her back on them.
"We're just doing our jobs! Following orders!" replies another. "We're not here because we want to be!"
"What exactly are your orders?" Vuvi asks.
The dwarf scratches the back of her head, hesitating like she's weighing her job security against her own curiosity. "I'm… not sure I can share that, I'm afraid. Wouldn't want to get in trouble, y'know."
