Stormlights

Caelia’s interest was piqued, and some of the tension eased from around the Spirit’s chest as she regarded the woman. “You may know of the Shadow Circle. However, the true purpose of that Circle isn’t just hunter-fighters. They are, in truth, intelligence gatherers, or they would be, if there were and in the Shadow Circle, aside from Drachen. They are trained to blend in, hide their scent, work in the dark, and, if need be, undertake assassinations. I don’t foresee any need of such underhanded killings, but; one never knows. For the most part, I just want information on other packs. Whether they might be considering moving on Valhalla, for instance.”

She walked in silence for several moments to let Caelia absorb the information before adding, “If you join this Circle, no one may know what your real purpose is. I may well adjust the Circle as encompassing more than just hunter fighters, and, perhaps, eventually I may just make it pack knowledge that your are spies or at the very least, diplomats of a sort.”

She tilted her head against a gust of wind and smiled toothily at Caelia, brow-points lifting in her glowing features as she remarked, “Whether you go for this path, or that of a diplomat, you may well excel. You have the dignity and poise that will lend well to such endeavors, and I don’t believe you to be one who loses her temper easily over imagined slights.”

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