Wheeling Gull Isle going in town with six rounds

The nightwisp's dark features turned towards the forests once more - thinking, and drawing a blank. 

"I know not if they practice - I think not," she murmured honestly, uncertain if any of her recruits believed in a faith of any sorts. 

"But I do, and I will. I hope that in time this island might draw others of our ilk to join the ranks of Aristos," the exile murmured, smiling fondly at the thought - how long it'd been since she'd met a practioner to compare and converse with.