Jade Fern Grove all that remains of you is a crackle of your energy

You got me there. It still vexes that that freak had managed to damage. True, his wounds are meager but he could have just as easily ended that man. He had been so close, sensing the hurried cadence upon his chops...All the more reason to finish him if he does not straighten up next they meet.

Huntington's next words wring a shocked noise from his throat. Rakk. So that is his name. Not very wise giving out his name. Then again, it could be an alias. It does not matter, really. Nor does it matter what they discussed. It is ultimately inconsequential. It is unexpected to know that she entertained his babbling. Could it be there is another side to that lunatic? One that appeals to Huntington and revulses Natjuk?

Interesting, he sussurate. In the time they've spoken, she has come across methodical. A solemn dame who will feed ravings so long as it gets her what she desires. Unless that nonsense curtains truth or happens to strike her fancy. The back and forth between the two of them has not generated much in way of knowledge. Not to Natjuk. But it has shown much of Huntington.

Agreed.

They've been chatting for a while now and he does not feel the least bit tired of this exchange. Why? Conversation has always drained him. What about her is distinctive to not wear on him as others do? He locks eyes with her as if the answer will be there in her cerebral gaze. He could allow her room to talk some more but one enigma, in particular, weighs on him.

Aside from finding out what makes us tick, what do you want out of life?