"Sorry Cissa, but we’re not going to be stopping anytime soon." A voice called out to her from behind, hidden and shrouded beneath the cover of darkness. Narcissa turned towards it as much as she could, ignoring the massive pain in her leg as the tone of the words hit home. She recognized it despite not having heard it in months, recognized the harshness of its consonants and the way it spoke around a tongue that was too thick and long to form proper human words.