There's no shame nor pride in her voice to say it. Merely a stating of a fact. Nike leans forward slightly and there is a flash of golden light not unlike a warlock dropping a well before her stark white wings manifest out the back of her robes before settling behind her.
"I am fortunate enough to have a host who has need of me and where my skills can be used to benefit others. Your wars are my own, now."
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There's no shame nor pride in her voice to say it. Merely a stating of a fact. Nike leans forward slightly and there is a flash of golden light not unlike a warlock dropping a well before her stark white wings manifest out the back of her robes before settling behind her.
"I am fortunate enough to have a host who has need of me and where my skills can be used to benefit others. Your wars are my own, now."