Haunted Wood Toxicity

The Shadow Queen did indeed appear to be in a hurry. But only to get within a comfortable distance of the borders. Once there, she would set up camp for the next few days while she prepared for her excursion. On her way, someone unexpectedly made her falter. It was the dark, gangly man she had seen many a time during her strolls through these dark woods. He was at the hunt...he was the one who took on Vengeance in a spar.

Adjusting her path to meet him head on, her lengthy strides slowed, tail waving loosely with natural confidence. Her metallic silver eyes narrowed, a thoughtful hum slipping past her lips. "The northern border. I have an...agenda I'd like to meet." Just the fact that she chose to alter her route, to stop and take a moment for conversation, suggested that she could allow for a small gap in her pre-planned schedule. Her eyes narrowed further, this time accompanied with a curl of her thin lips. "I know you... I saw you take our Warlord head on..." She appraised, leaving it up to his imagination if she was impressed that he had survived the ordeal in of itself.