an old order

For a moment she says nothing. She looks at you with an intense glance, as if she would admire the deep blue of your eyes, that you inherit from your mother instead of the brown-green coloured ones which your father and most goblins of the great steppe possess. Even her white eye seems to catch your image.
You are close to loosing your patience, which you was willing to spend to an old and obvious harmless crone, as she answers.

"I heard your name not from your warriors" she begun, without turning her eyes from yours
"I suppose you are well informed about the sisterhood of Machtamoc and the nature of its purpose?"

"Of course I am" Every sophisticated creatures knows about the many different religious orders and magical circles that dwell in the living lands. The old warrior academy where you was educated in is on of them after all. But while the warrior order of the ancient ruins of Trestoth was an established an feared institution, whose warriors often decided wars and other conflicts, the sisterhood that lived in the forgotten temple, beyond the mountains of Oblivion, was just an powerless group of woman whos only abillity was in healing minor wounds and giving wise quotes. That was at least what his masters of books teaches him in the ancient ruins. There are some who doubt even the existence of the forgotten temple itself, while no one except the sisters themself ever saw these mysterious place in the last 600 years. One of the oldest Masters of Arms explained him, that of course no one except the sisters dared ever to pass the mountains of Oblivion and the lost forrest beyond in the last 500 years. at least no one who ever returned. The cold and dangerous mountains beyond the amazon Forrests and the Sheepland where only overtrumped by the nightmarelands beyond, where descendents of demons and wargs lived.
"The sisterhood of machtamoc, settled in the forgotten temple which is located in the lost forrest beyond the Mountains of Oblivion, at the edge to the far-north" You say, a little proud about your knowledge of negligible facts.
"The purpose of this order is primary the study and use of yellow-magic." You remember "sometimes a few of this sisters visit the Sheeplands or the Menrealm
in the eastern north, to perform healing and to trade heal- and love-potions against food and fixings which they need."

The hint of a smile goes over the shrinkled lipps of the old woman
"You are a smart man Vehumet, son of Behudon"

"Are you still claiming to be a member of the sisterhood?" I ask angry.
"It is known that the sisters never come south of the Amazonforrests. They never come to the great steppe. If you think you can fool the chief of a goblin tribe and mock us your are wrong!" You hate nothing more then people who believe in the naivity and low intellect of the goblinkind, even if its sometimes true.

"You are a very sceptical man vehumet, I like that" the crone smiles.
"But I´am afraid I do not have so much time to argue with you about my identity"
The old woman rises from her kneels and stand before you.
You want to shout at her that you are not finished with the interrogation and that she must kneel again, but in this Moment you are loosing your breath and are totally shocked about what your eyes sees.

One of the strange Rune-Tatoos around the milk-white eye of the old woman has started to glow in a purpil light.