Blackfeather Woods chamber of secrets

She watched as he absorbed each piece of information she offered, with mild curiosity, and with no hesitance did he reply. He would do whatever she asked, yes. It was the sort of devotion she craved, the kind Damien had never had and he kind that kept her loyalists close. “Good,” She simply replied, smiling in the slightest, a fond darkness playing on her lips, at his proclamation. As long as he did not develop a rebellious conscious, he would do very well here in her favour. But as his second inquiry approached, she was left without information she could give on the subject matter. “Seek Potema, our founder’s daughter. She is the most educated on the topic,” Nemesis knew the basics of their religion, and had not known Meldresi well enough to learn directly from the night mother. Therefore it did not bother her to direct the man to another, and content with their interaction, she awaited any further inquiry before going on her way. She was a busy woman, and given Vandal's newly stimulated curiosity, her work was done for now. Next, he would decide what path he wished to take in his own time for it was a subject not left to the witless mind. But in her favour, she was curious to see him file into her ranks as an assassin, but she would keep it to herself, her inout was not nessicary at this point.