Reaver's hand stroked at the hilt of her blade, feeling the cold metal under her fingers. Her lips pursed as she considered Ihorangi and his companions. "Fair enough." She drew in a breath and released it slowly, looking at him with a sly smile.<br/><br/>"I seek the glory of a Creation where mortals are free and life is just and as painless as possible. Any who stand in the way of that are enemies that need be removed. Many such forces make their stand against a glorious Creation - like the Lintha." Her eyes swept across the others, gauging them. "Only steps that lead to that end will be of interest to me."