The Sunspire and you will witness what the fire can undo

renard couldn't disagree, of course. nemisis had been nasty the first time they met her, when their invitation for a spar had been...well, they weren't sure if she even knew what a spar was. or how to fight anything without ripping it apart. which was a shame, since ripping people apart certainly had its place, when tempered with common sense. vicious creatures like her weren't alien to them, or even something they disliked. it was everything else about her that was the problem.

but they kept that counsel to themselves.

and just managed to rein in their laugh at her next words. if different from the rest meant capable of restraining themselves -- well, yes, that wasn't wrong. if sad meant thinking before speaking, that wasn't either. if they'd fought, and if she was worth what they hoped -- her display in the canyon had been fascinating -- she would have known that wasn't true, but renard hadn't yet had one on one time with every member of the saints.

as it was, their smile grew a fraction wider. "can't promise i'll answer everything, but all right." they canted their head. "what do you want to know?"