"You certainly seem to be treating it that way."

"I enjoy life, I must admit. The thrill of the hunt, the pleasure of fighting a clever opponent... And you are so very clever. A bit more practice, and you'll be terrifying."

She narrows her eyes suspiciously.

"Would you like that? For people to flee before your heralds, for nations to tremble at your coming?"

"I want," she grits out, "to kill the man who forced this heart upon me."

"A fine ambition!"

"Do you, by any chance, know where he is?"

"No."

"Then it shall be a hunt."

"...With you?"

"If you wish! Though I would hardly steal your prey from you."

"Are you not going to keep trying to kill me?"

"Not unless you want me to, no. You've quite impressed me."

...Confusion.

"To put it simply: I'd like you to join my Hunt. You're good at what you do, and rather clever. I like your fire."

"You lead the Wild Hunt?"

"Yes. The Yew Queen is my name."

"...I am called Shade Eclipse Heart."

"Were you an artificer, then?"

"I was."

"Well, the name's still suitable. Your magic just relies on your own heart, now."

"Mm."

"You know, I don't think I heard an agreement or refusal for my offer. I won't kill you if you refuse, but, well, I suppose your life will be far more boring, on your own."

"If you turn your Hunt against the man who cursed me, then I'll join you."

"Of course. The full Hunt might not agree - we're hardly centralized - but I will Hunt him, and many will follow my banner for at least a time."

"All right then."