Grouse Thicket how can a man seek revenge on a woman he wants to believe has no soul?

*slips in*

She had her eye on the guardian specialty, and such had been patrolling the borders more often these days. Burke had honoured her by making her Arthendal's first scholar and Warlord, to him she felt a fierce loyalty and respect and refused to let the ash grey male's trust in her waver. She dedicated herself to her position, learning and honing her skill so that she may teach more to others. 

Today she was at the borders, slipping along the shore as a phantom might. Her gaze fell upon another, a earth-toned woman, sitting casually at the opposite bank of the river. What was her business here? She had not called for leadership, making Aeronwyn question her purpose here. She strode silently from the trees, revealing herself and standing in a quietly dominant, proud stance. "What seek you here?" She spoke louder than she usually would have, to be heard over the quiet burbling of the river.