Erista, the woman on the right in the black cloak invited Ka'vira the woman on the left in the armor to her quarters at the conclave the great college of learning for the magical arts. "Who are you to judge me, Revenant, Ka'vira?" Erista asked in her hollow dry voice. "You are an instrument of your goddess and I am a victim of mine. Your heart forces what? Wet ashes and embalming fluid through your veins now. We're both killers, we're both cursed, and we're both stuck with it. So please enjoy my hospitality and be my friend, is that really so much to ask?" Erista waved towards the fireplace. Ka'vira blinked at the words from this frail woman who looked to be little more than skin and bones under paper thin flesh. "I don't trust you." She said simply. "A Jaded-One, a vampire I've been warned about your kind." Ka'vira narrowed her eyes, glaring at the woman in black. "Then it is going to be a long night, I fear. Great Father Wolf ordered me to find you and aid you in your quest, then I can help you die, Revenant Ka'vira. Funny that? Those who become being don't wish to be. Sit please. Hear me out, that's all I want."