#arcbeam

   “Hey, Guardian, think you could clear out those Takne over there for me?”  Part of her hopes she doesn’t end up startling the Warlock, another does because seeing someone of Light be put out of their element for even a fraction of a second is amusing. Nadia has sat stock still for about an hour. Her prize is a cache just on the other side of spectral Psions, who are mulling about, doing nothing in particular. 

   “Not particularly, though I don’t get a say in the matter.” Solitude was a thing most common for the twisted hunter, whether be it by their nature alone or the simple violence that most tossed their direction. Companionship was not an option.