Blackfeather Woods nyctophilia

The former slave leveled an even stare against the ruin of Maegi's mouth, chin dipping slightly once in agreement. 

As you should. 

She had killed her own Punisher, ripped apart the demons and ghouls of her dark past. It was a fitting reaction, a just sentence to fulfill, in the Storm-bringer's hellfire eyes. No one could know peace until they had killed whatever threatened them. 

"You have it, my lady," she answered and it was not empty air. In truth, she had joined with her loyalty belonging to the dark lady, Moonshadow, but already Istoria found herself impressed with the pale mage - a tentative affinity formed within her mind and her loyalty began to sway to include the Nona. 

"I am a hunter and a botanist foremost, my lady, but I am not adverse to learning if the pack is lacking in a needed skillset." 

A jack of all trades but master of none is surely better than master of one. Never had an expression suited Istoira better - a dabbler in many arts, her intrigue lay in the general consumption of knowledge.