Now, the thrill of the chase was definitely something she could understand. Though Fran had moved on from grasping for the answers she had sought when she left the Wood, she now believed they came when they would come, through life's experiences. Patience was a virtue in that aspect, something she embodied when compared to other creatures, but less so with her own kind. Viera had plenty of time to ponder life's mysterious, but they generally kept to themselves. No contact with the outside world is the code they lived by, but Fran could not abide by that and hide away her own curiosity. How one could be content spending their entire lives in one place was not something she could understand, but at the same time, part of her wondered if her opinion would have changed had the last fifty years of her life been spent amongst the trees. It was too late, now.

"Thrilling for some, yes," she agreed. "Should the bounty bring you ill fortune, however, you may regret your choices." Much like when she and Balthier went after the Dusk Shard. A wonderful little trinket had it started out, and now they were wrapped up in the political struggle they had so skillfully avoided in all their pirating days. Ironic, in a way.