Ravensblood Forest Misery, misery is the venom in my brain

The first Outrider. Noir's deep cream eyes shone. Mis — I mean, Vicera. Violante... thank you. She would no longer be a servant. Such a strange concept — Noir did not know any differently. She refocused quickly as the Vicera spoke again.

A mission? But of course, Vicera. It will be done. Noir rose to her paws. I will stay near during the Harbinger and Scion's journey.