The Heartwood Edge control

So did he not like knowledge or what?  Wouldn't that be something to ask more about, especially if the topic had come up?  What a weirdo.  From such a promising male to such a... complete and utter unredeemable member of her reject list.

And wow, that's what they told him?  An entire group of warriors?  Maybe if they considered every wolf from the group a warrior, but a few of them certainly weren't.  Treason stifled a laugh into sort of a snort.  His irritation seemed to make her more flamboyant in tone, Ah yes, an entire group..! Of, uh.  What, like two fighters?  Okay, maybe three if they counted Rannoch, but that wasn't his forte.  The guy was acting like they'd taken like ten wolves or something -- Moonspear had certainly done a number on him.  Poor sap had been brainwashed with a history that was rather lacking in the facts that she knew were true.  

As he turned to leave she replied, quite sugary and chipper, Enjoy your tentative grasp on actual history, I guess!  Yeah, of all her options on the table, she wasn't going to go join Moonspear if that dude was a fair representation.  She wasn't into joining cults unless she could rip them apart from the inside, and that sounded like more effort than dealing with Wraen talking higher than her station.  It had on paper sounded like a good thing to investigate -- for if one was wrong then certainly the other was right, but it turned out that one might be wrong, but the other wronger.

With a bit more bemused snickering, she goes back to her fish, then on to hunt more once it was finished.