Mira Silvana continued to hear the man out. She had decided in advance not to get swindled be some con artist of a peddler, but the words were was a sudden light in her mind. Or a darkness. Or both. She leaned forward; looking and listening. Was this her patron telling her that there were monsters to kill. The fiend that had given her her powers was a malevolant force, but she reconciled her conscience about serving it (her, possibly) with the fact that they both seemed happy that she hunted only bad people and monsters. As long as she was on the hunt and killing at all, they were both (fairly) happy.<br/><br/>"Tell me more about this place." Mira Silvana said. Her voice was that of a girl; almost naive in tone, as a contrast to the sensual darkness of her appearance. It was a little slurred from the wine as well. Her lips were slightly parted, glistening with the last sip of her drink. Her eyes widening a little with interest. "What is this land called?"