A Role of Trust

Azura looked over her tribr as she walked through it. She smiled to herself. She never thought she'd be a good leader, let alone one her people looked up to. She never expected to live up to the expectations of her family. They were such big shoes to fill.

To be in charge of everything was scary. Azura handled everything. She helped Miraak get supplies for his library and helped keep the library in tip top shape. She helped get the boat ready for the days rounds, often staying to see her husband and brother in law off into the marshes.

She took care of small matters, such as tiny disputes or questions from members. She also handled larger matters like assigning tasks and living quarters. Azura also had the final say in whether someone was welcome in the tribe, and whether an invite to stay would be extended. She hadn't given any, but her mother had extrended one just before passing the helm to her.

She also had to keep an eye on the newcomer and make sure she was adjusting well, from what she had heard she was from the desert, a far different environment. It was an interesting and comforting notion she chose the swamp over the dry heat of the sand.