Kila: and I suppose you want an explanation.
Pilau: Who’s Mik and why do you want her dead?
Kila: I’ll start from the beginning. I am by birth a Korilmek Jukani, and my family is well known on that island. My ancestors had been for many years medics and healers, or they were on the side of my mother. My father had filled several public situations with scandal and outrage. He passed his younger days perpetually occupied by building an empire of thievery, and at the time I was born he was in a Mirentian jail. My mother raised me on her own for six years of my life until one day she was torn to pieces while hunting. I was raised to the age of adolescence by my mother’s sister, a famed healer. She taught me her trade. When I reached adulthood, I was to be banded with the color of my rank as is Korilmek custom. However, my mother dead and my father foreign, I could inherit no rank, and received a black band. This decreased my already-poor chances of marriage, and I worked as a guard for the chieftain’s daughter until the day he and his family were deposed by the Schori. The annexation of Korilmek killed many, my aunt among them. I next lived with my father’s tribe in the North where he taught me to use guns.