[Amanaduial the archer]

"Elven hair pins! Have we then no hope? Is the darkness coming? Darkness inescapable?"

Aman looked across unfazed at the giant figure of smoke and fire (although with a distinctive lack of wings) and took an unhurried drag at the woodbine between her fingers, before nodding sagely. "Darkness, hopelessness, doom...you name it, we've got it. You want fries wid dat?"