Azphelumbra, Daeva.

My neighbors might tell you my husband, Amitnir, has lost his mind. But I love him all the same!

His fussing doesn't trouble me. He thinks there's some secret to becoming a Daeva, but as long as he's still kind and gentle, what does it matter?

I'm the one earning our living now, and no one is as skilled at butchering as I am.

The only time business is poor is the hunters' off season.