Screw it all to heck

She rumbled with slight appreciation for his wit, but her thoughts were too lost in their currently dark realm to show much more on the matter. "No one dies happy here, m'dear." She paused with contemplation, audits flicking to signal that his lyrics had not been lost upon her. She took a moment to respond, but when she did, it seemed like her attention had completely drawn back to him, the thought-drowned look in her eyes flickering out of existence. "Ludicael is set in the east, upon the mangroves and the bay that glows when disturbed. Founded by myself. Jupiter Illiadis." She could have gone on to advertise her pack as some avenging crusaders' guild made up of universal good-doers of the land but they were not that, and never would be. "Should you decide to tell me a bit about yourself, you are welcome there. You're not expected to be there at all times, but whatever your specialty is, it is your responsibility."