The Floodlands The driving force of nature

As the woman confirmed her identity, Aeronwyn nodded, giving the woman a hint of respect that she thought she deserved. Of course, she knew little of the woman and it was therefore a fraction of the recognition she would lend Malice, and yet it was done all the same. Malice; here, Absinthe, introduced herself as well, leaving Aeronwyn to do the same. "Alekto, Warlord." she introduced herself, blunt and to the point. Her title was given without reservation, as the other two had given their own, and though she knew that title would be, in all likelihood, unfamiliar to the other, she gave it all the same. Warlord gave a pretty good indication of what she was capable of.

"Likewise." she added onto Malice's remark, though again, it was strict formalities. Her temper may get the better of her more often than not when meeting with strangers, but she was no stranger to formality and used her eloquent words, quite often, as weapons and tools. Here she had little use for them, at least, not yet.