[@Silvan Haven][@Write][@HereComesTheSnow][@Plank Sinatra]

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"[color=66cd00]You chose the correct career then, Schwarz,[/color]" said Gratia, her eyes fixing themselves upon Luke once more. Her voice was unchangingly impassive as usual, but there was a certain ... honesty to her words. Becoming a huntress would open up many opportunities to obtain immense wealth and influence, to show the world her brilliance. It was a dangerous occupation, but that was no issue for her. She wasn't going to die like one of those squirming little worms in her garden, cast adrift like a corpse in the dirt.

She would climb to the top and take all that power for herself.

In the end, that was what all huntsmen and huntresses strove for. Power to fulfil their goals, no matter what said goals were. If Luke wanted power for such a pathetic reason like being able to watch cartoons without people judging him, she simply could not care less. Her eyes were on a greater prize.

Wealth and influence.

One day, she would make them [i][b]hers[/b][/i].