(page 62) Shadow steps away from the searching gaze of the Spider. She stalks up to Petra, who is waiting to speak with her. "I'm sorry about Cayde," the Queen's Wrath starts. "He didn't deserve to..." She looks away, sighing. Lost for words, Shadow remains silent. "And my people are in ruins. Those who knelt to Uldren, he slaughtered. The rest have scattered... But it's not too late for revenge." Her eye shimmers with a bitterness. Perhaps there is one thing she and the hunter agree on. "Here. This bow is for you, straight from the Vestian armory." Shadow spares the weapon hardly a glance. While she nods, she's gritting her teeth, dismissing the gift inwardly. [i]I don't need weapons from you.[/i] "Let's go set things right." She turns to leave, but stops after only one step. She looks back at Petra with a searching, intense amber gaze. "Petra." Tension fizzles between the two awoken women. "I need to ask you something before I go." "Sure. What is it?" She sounds guarded, arms crossed. "Do you have any idea what happened to Variks?" Petra raises her chin, sighs. "No. No one knows where he went." For some reason, Shadow believes her. There was no reason for Petra to lie about Variks's whereabouts. She seems frustrated. Clearly she wants to know as well. Satisfaction and hopelessness war against each other in Shadow's stomach. Before Petra can begin questioning her, she thanks her, and leaves with a flourish of her cloak.