Blackfeather Woods the song you sing is wretched and cold

Nyx took pity on no one; not even on the wolves she had disabled or maimed. Not on the parents of the children she would soon steal. Not on herself, not on her family and not even on Damien. Everyone had some strength in them, so thinking one was nothing was simply giving up and cowardly. Luckily, this Jester knew what he was worth. Even at her insults (though true) had not been taken offense to. How come this pile of bones held more confidence than most on their borders?

Agreed. She said in the same cold tone she used on nearly every stranger. I can see how your... state can help you in the task, but how will you keep our caches full with the help of everyone here? She questioned then. Information simply wouldn't cut it alone; when winter came, they needed food more than anything.