She awoke with a groan and a headache. Her mouth was dry and her body sore. Light filtered into the room. “Advencia...water!” She hissed. There was no reply. Come to think of it...things felt a little too warm. “Ugh…” Scarlet pushed herself up and off the bed. A black trenchcoat slipped down her shoulders.

What the hell did she do last night. The room was small. She sat in a well cushioned bed with several blankets and pillows. The wooden floors were bare, scratched and faded. There was only one set of drawers in the room opposite the bed. Nothing else. “Goddammit.”

Scarlet hoped she hadn’t done anything stupid. She stood and headed into the adjacent washroom, splashing her face with cold water. That felt...better. A little. Scarlet left the washroom and only then..did she notice the hunched figure of the drow. The Hunter. He sat with his back against the door, his head lowered. White hair danced in front of his eyes.

Did she sleep with him last night? No. No she would have remembered that. She did vaguely remember kissing him, and that it had pissed him off. She smirked. Good. As insane as it may be, she found something to use against him. Leverage as it were. She approached him and gave him a small series of kicks in the leg.

“Oi. Hunter. Wake up. I ain’t paying you to sleep.” She spat.

She heard a very faint click - and realized the Hunter was staring at her, silver eyes peering at her through his bangs. He rose up, soon hitting his height, and flicked his hat up and into place. He dusted himself off, still watching her.

“Well then, what do you need for today?”

“Nothing.” Scarlet said. “Rather, we need to work out a way for me to reach out to you if I do need your services. Be it a messenger Raven, or some sort of magic. Unless you got any bright ideas in that midnight brain of yours?”

She turned to the bed and sat down on it. Crossing her legs. “Oh. I recall I promised to try and bring your memory back.” He tilted his head to one side, and nodded.

“There was an agreement along those lines, yes. But some kind of enchanted messaging would probably be the best idea. Perhaps a device to teleport of necessary. I need to look into those.” He shrugged slightly. “But that will be an issue for the future - I shall be in Corone and Salvar for some time as it is. So then. This memory ability of yours. What might it be to pull one from me, instead of show one?” As he spoke he had approached and kneeled down in front of her, one eyebrow raising up.

Salvar. Good, Salvar was her home. Scarlet nodded as if in approval. “Yeh it would. Ssame way I showed you my memory. Wanna go for a round now or?”

He shrugged. “If you are up for it, I am. I dislike having something missing.”

He was tall enough for Scarlet to simply reach out to him. “It's a weakness really… to want to grasp onto something like that…” She paused as the pads of her fingers pressed harder against his temples. She had only used the ability once before but it was easy. She just had to want it and bam it was done. She felt him twitch beneath her. There wasn't anything to grasp. Her eyes furrowed. It was just an empty nothingness.

He reeled back, breaking the connection, as his hands wrapped up around his head, knocking his hat askew as he gripped his temples. He shuddered, his face twisted in pain.

“There ain't nothing there. You sure this happy little life of yours ain't fabricated?” Scarlet asked. She took a step back and assessed him. This was beneficial to her. A broken man with nothing had far more to gain than one with everything. “It's a good thing.” Scarlet said. “You have nothing. Nothing to hold you down. Nothing to be used against you.”

The Huntsman winced, his fingers rubbing his temples as he tried to abate the pain in his head. “That- I…I - I still have the Academy, my training - but my family - my siblings? My parents…I -” Those silver eyes widened. His next words were a soft whisper, barely audible. “Am I actually Moon-touched? I-I do not possess… Or is it that I have not tried?”

“Moon….what? Is this some drow thing?” She scoffed. “what does it matter? Where is that confident smart ass? Or is family too touchy feely for you?” His eyes narrowed, locking on to her.

“I'm sorry, I just found out roughly two thirds of my life were false memories implanted in to me, and I have no idea by who. As for Moon-touched - for me, it is a good thing. It means, when I figure out how to use it, I shall possess magic in some way, giving me further advantages. What, I have no idea yet. Maybe I would have if my youth had not been ripped from me.” He snorted, irritated.

What was it that she did last night that shut him up good? She should do that again. The whole thing was hazy. She shook her head. “Let's go.” She gestured for him to move out the way. “We will find one of these calling stones somewhere.”

He stared at her for a moment, then gave a slow nod. Scarlet pushed him aside and headed out, not checking to see if he followed she began to talk. “Ugh my head fucking hurts. Musta drank more than I thought.” She laughed callously. “Still not dead.”

Pushing the door open to the bright Street caused her to groan. “ugh…” She didn't want deal with this. She wanted to curl up into a bed. “can't keep my master waiting too long.”