Gold and the prospect of clearing the streets of those who mean to prey on the ill-prepared are excellent motivators for Fei, who seeks to give as much as she can, to the orphans of Mouse House. Not to mention, she sincerely appreciated a good fight. The dating drama of dragons is tiresome for those who lack the proper temperament for courtship.

It's even more auspicious that in turning in what should be her sixth or seventh member of this shadowy sect bent on kidnapping and chaos, she meets others who've taken an interest in the mysterious organization menacing Eidris from beneath the city.

Striking them at their heart through cunning isn't her strongest suit, but after a short time in Wrath's company, Fei has learned he's got a fair bit of guile on his side. She would have been absolutely fine to charge in, sword swinging, but instead, she plays it safe and follows his example, her hand on Xingchen's arm the entire time.

"There are dolls everywhere," she informs him, in a tense whisper. Fei doesn't really think there's anything she can't handle - but, dolls are creepy.

"Do either of you know what they are?" Magnus and Wrath, are, to her understanding, magic, and as far as Fei's aware that generally entails some degree of strangeness.