Neverwinter Forest Piscean

Had their roles been reversed, Seastorm would not have been so kind. Even now she knew this; it wasn't personal, and she wasn't offended by his abrasiveness. But his questions irritated her, confused her.

Rather than answer, she shot back — Why here? Even as she questioned him in return, she refused to relent to his testing. Each movement was met with another snap of her teeth. I'm no moon wolf. Only a failed assassin. Only an orphan. Does this pack specialize in damaged youth? A glint of cruel humor to her eyes; Seastorm knew there was no place for girls like her. No place at all.

Everyone decided it was too much trouble, in the end.