*She's not entirely certain what she's hoping for--this woman is like an Elder of her people, and yet decidedly unlike. Perhaps she only grasps for the familiar. This woman is proving past first blush, though, to be decidedly unfamiliar, and the Hunter's brow furrows.*
Is that all you do? Sit quietly and wait for other people to die?
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Is that all you do? Sit quietly and wait for other people to die?