Blackfeather Woods Despair has its own calms

She felt nothing towards the older man claiming to be Meldresi's long lost brother but high suspicion. While Damien could fall blind-sighted to the tales of a foreign uncle who had miraculously traveled miles to find a nice, cozy, respectable spot handed to him on the cusp of winter; Nemesis would not. She was unbiased, having zero ties to the mysterious man and his seemingly infiltrative ways; she would remain silent until his presence grew to bother her even more. Up until that day, it had not to the point she felt she needed to intervene, and the dark woman remained dormant. However, his summoning of her presence did not go unregarded and knowing fully she could not simply ignore the call without drawing further attention to her discourteousy,  she traveled with time to meet the man at his behest but not in a way that gave the impression she was his beck and call. The woman was the Dark Master, after all. She bowed to no-one. “Yes?” She arily called out, standing not too far away but not too close; she had no interest in sticking around much longer.