skekSa the Mariner comes in, huge even by the standards of a large, powerful species. She wears her scarlet longcoat, her cutlass buckled closely to her side along with a brace of throwing-knives. Like Loki, she has had a long, long time to practice, and she's wary of anybody who calls themselves a god. That is what skekSo is like. She doesn't make any hostile words or gestures, but she intends to put Loki in his place if she can.

"How would you like to challenge a Skeksis, lad?" She draws one of her knives, ready to toss it at a moment's notice. Her tail twines with anticipation. She liked Loki well enough when she met him, but arrogance annoys her - ironic for a being made out of passion and the urSkek saSan's flaws.