The smell of burning flesh rolled around Nemesis but she seemed rather unphased, listening to the child answer Louie. She seemed strong, respectable, but also wild and untamed. It wasn't hard to draw comparisons to Baratheon-- but she was also young. Still pliable. And perhaps it would be even easier than before for Louie to drag this one down and make her a tool. Nemesis did it willingly, but she had seen what her technical-superiors were capable of. She had witnessed Magdalena kill a full grown horse with less than a bat of her eyelids.

There was a small concern for Hestia-- and that was her only hesitation. If she let this monster into Monoceros and she took the life of her daughter... Well, there would be no mercy. No death would be too slow. She would be prepared to stop it before it happened, of course, but... Nemesis inhaled and spoke a single sentence before leaving the rest up to Louie.

He technically was the leader of the Merrymen, still.

"She is strong, for an uncouth brat." It was no secret that they were a mismatched bunch, half of them barely striving to continue on as the cycles went by. They were a ragtag group to say the least-- but there was a power festering deep down inside of them. Although as individuals they all had a myriad of weaknesses, together, they were so far undefeated and surviving despite the odds.