Samira leaned forward on the roof, her red kimono billowing as if it were still made of flames. Her eyes sparkled, attentive to her husband's words.
"Hmm... two guilds under our wing?" She smiled broadly, baring her fangs. "Well, considering what happened with Osiris... I'm wary, but I believe it will work now that we have much more power."
Strax didn't look away from the horizon, but his voice was firm, as if dictating fate:
"Cristine and Yennifer have experience. The Shadow Guild is already dead on our continent, but they know how it was built, how it breathed. Here, they will build a new one—and I want it to be more efficient than anything that has ever existed. Reaper will be the name. Only that. May the night rats whisper that title as a curse."
Samira let out a low laugh. "Oh, I hope they can live like that again... Well, I think they've overcome that tragic past."
