Deepwood Weald Just By The Way He Looks

Abaddon didn't thin any differently of women who fought, he himself disliked it, too much work unless absolutely necessary - but shit, he didn't judge those who were good at it no matter their gender. Good. He hummed, happily playing along with her beliefs since, well, hell, it didn't matter what he thought anyway. His gaze fell onto her as they walked, a curious brow raising at her words about herbs. Oh? The good and bad, so you know poisons? That was intriguing, and definitely, above all else, extremely useful. 

Survival. He was blunt with it, there was no specific thing he seemed too fond of, nor has he explored much of it, but surviving was the one thing he was confident in knowing he was good at. His pride wasn't large enough to send his ground against a losing situation, or one that didn't guarantee he'd walk away safely. And I suppose you could say I'm knowledgeable of anatomy of sorts... Knowing where to bite and how deep before someone could bleed out and die was one thing he practiced for a while - and well.. screwing, but he'd keep that to himself for now.