"Crow, you have a way of making everything sound so dire." The Widow commented as it listened to him elaborate about negative after negative of the black exaltation, even going to far as to call it a curse. "The bliss of the lethe? Who have you ever met that has had such a wonderful life here that they are thrilled by the idea of doing it all over again? At least the underworld has some consistency to it." It was the nature of the midnight caste to be a bit preachy. Widow purposely cut short some of it's normal theatrics to avoid open scheming about how it, over all beings, was the sort of ruler a world as cruel as creation truly deserved.<br/><br/>"I hate the Neverborn. If we could exterminate the imperial dynasty perhaps the celestial exalted could organize enough to destroy them once and for all." The Widow said, and stroked Crow's hair back. This whole time it had remained by the other Deathknight, and been surprisingly tender. Widow's sweetness turned a bit soul as it suddenly grabbed a handful of Crow's hair and gave it a tug to bring his gaze to itself. "But how dare you call the black exaltation a curse! You could live forever, or die persuing a cause that actually matters. Look at all the mortals, wallowing in their own filth and existing only as fodder for greater beings lifetime after lifetime. You are free from that, and yet you consider yourself the unlucky one?" The Widow chuckled softly as it let go of Crow. Then it finger combed his hair back into position, and patted him on the cheek. The Widow smiled and added "It's important to keep a positive outlook, My dear."<br/><br/>The Widow looked to Howl. "Seems things are finally calming down enough for me to introduce myself. As you might have heard others call me already, I am The Widow of the Morning Star. This is a great task before us and I'm happy to see we have more assistance with it." The Widow smiled at her and said, "I also appreciate your generous offer to not kill my friend Crow and I as long as we remain rogue. That generosity really touches my heart. I wouldn't feel right with myself if I didn't offer you a similar allowance." The Widow was being very pleasant and nice to the new comer, in fact it was being far to nice. It's words dripped with sarcasm. "So I promise as long as you mind your own fucking business I won't have your head ripped off and your body fed to your own ghost."<br/><br/>The Widow batted it's lashed and flashed a saccharine smile to the room. "I just love making new friends."<br/><br/>Hamlet started rubbing his eyes in mock tears. "Damn boss, why do you have to get me so emotional? You know I get all sappy over this kind of thing."<br/><br/>Looking at Sky Widow said, "I might prefer to stay in Nexus, I'm good with cosmopolitan settings."<br/><br/>"Now while the group thing is nice does anyone want to take me downstairs to buy a drink and get to know each other better?" Widow asked the group.<br/><br/>