"Oh, not for sport," Janaece laughed softly. "I don't hunt as in for sport or for food. More like...a bounty hunter, or a rival in wartime. Suffice to say she's a very wicked enchantress, I'll tell you more about my quest soon..." she didn't want to talk about Thay or Red Wizards in this busy crowd, lest the wizards or their sympathizers be among them, but she realized she did owe Mideala more of an explanation. "I'm not sure I intend to...slay her....but perhaps to...impress upon her, that she might rethink her ways."<br/><br/>"I don't hunt sentient creatures, only animals, and to eat....there are rangers in Faerun who hunt sentient creatures for sport, mostly they worship the savage, feral Beastlord. My own goddess is the Red Knight, the Lady of Strategy - even many Faerunians haven't heard of her, she's not one of the older or more powerful gods - she's similar to Athena of the Achaean or Hellenic pantheon, if you've heard of her. A goddess of wisdom and tactics and necessary warfare..."<br/><br/>Squeezing Mideala's hand, she lifted it a moment and kissed the back. They passed alongside a long banquet table piled with sweets, meats, cheeses, fruits, olives, wines, and - well everything; it was greater in variety and luxury than Janaece had feasted her eyes (or literally feasted) upon in a long time. She popped a few grapes and olives into her mouth as they wound through the other snacking revelers.