Blackfeather Woods at your service.

The dark woman nodded, almost to giddily. Yes, as she wished. It was always by her wish; her only surviving relative's head on a spit, her wish. It gave her a feeling of invincibility, a dangerous feeling to anyone else, but power to her nonetheless. By her wish and by her command, the Silencer would have all that she wanted, even by her hearts darkest desire; in that moment she felt nothing but pure gold rushing through her veins, an adrenaline of both darkness and desire; a deadly combination and wholeheartedly reckless. "If conflict arises, let it come," Fire burned in her eyes, determined to see what home had taken in her sister; stolen away property of the Brotherhood. "We are no cowards," Eyes snapped to the other woman, both strengthening but also challenging, as if she anticipated the woman to run in the face of conflict. "But we will not be confronting anyone, I wish only to see where these thieves had taken her," Optics trained back to the way ahead before ushering for the older woman to keep moving. This was not to take any longer than necessary, and for a simple task as it was, the logistics were not something that needed to heavily be figured out. Nemesis would not call for war, just yet.