He Is Only A Nomad-Rank Drifter

After Annette's question, Raven was silent, observing everyone around her before returning her eyes to Annette.

"Can we go somewhere more…"

"Oh, I understand," Annette responded before she got to finish.

If there was anything that could be noted in the way Annette treated Raven, it was respect. Which was quite out of place with what has been known of the vermillion drunkard so far.

She respected and sort of adored Raven; at the same time, she envied and distrusted her.

Nonetheless, Annette knew how capable Raven was, in more than one aspect. Her foresight even outdid many pronounced master planners that she knew.

Not to speak of her extraordinary relationship with the Oracle. Terence had always been somewhat unapproachable by a lot, until Raven got in the picture.

A lot fell in place, and she was the grease easing all friction, making every single mechanism flow with each other in perfect synchronization.