[She lets out a little mirthful chuckle at the "war with the Necromancers." Taking that into consideration, they're both playing right to some of those expectations, aren't they? If Nona has been happy to exist without the yoke of what she was supposed to be, then Waltaquin, perhaps, hasn't changed at all. Who can say?]

Maybe there's no such thing. Maybe you'll find it. What an exciting possibility.

[She has to wonder how she stacks up to those people who swept entire worlds up under a wave of death. Lacking, now, surely, but still with a chance of carving something out for herself if she can cut the vein on this dark font of power and lap at it. Her skin itches.]

Go right ahead. If it's not a waste of my time, I'll certainly consider doing it.

[Even the drabbest of requests can sometimes reap the most interesting rewards.]