" Well, my family's been signing up for the Wyld Hunt the past 500 years. There've been a few points when the bloodline continuing was a bit questionable, but other than that, we've devoted ourselves to making sure the Realm is safe from Anathema as much as we can." He runs a hand through his hair quietly. " It's about the only thing our family really has to do anymore. My father used to joke that he'd be willing to give up Exaltation in his next life to keep defending the Dragon-blooded." A look of depression crosses his face for a moment. " He died ten years ago. They couldn't bring back his body because there wasn't enough left for a funeral." Then a smile is back on his face. " But, the Dragon-Blooded he was working under managed to kill the Anathema. That's what matters."