[ The stranger that addresses her isn't a familiar face, but that's no deterrent as far as Moenbryda's -- conversation's been something of a sparse thing, since she came here, and a friendly stranger is better company than none.

Besides, they've clearly got the same good taste in weapons. She chuckles, patting the shaft of her axe fondly. ]

That it is. Not to say I'm spending my days praying for the next bunch of demons or whatever else they are to come along, mind you, but it's nice to be doing something useful.