Qeya River Shadowblight

Sounds like you love listening to my voice, the winterwolf casually countered, returning fire and using her own ammunition to do so. Since you continue to ask questions. Wake’s amusement at the darling young woman reached a sharp incline. It was clear she did not like him, which only made her all the more fascinating to him.

A part of him wanted to annoy her further by refusing to answer her question, but he could tell she needed no assistance in the irritability department. I am mere missionary. His head tipped slightly, wondering if she knew what that meant. My name is Winter’s Wake.