Truth be told, the feast is like none before. Roasted tiger meat cooked to perfection, gloriously seasoned vegetables and even some freshly baked bread. The women of Derven celebrate the upcoming marriage of their Princess and Namora does the best she can to partake in their joy, though she feels empty inside. She eats until she cannot eat anymore. As the seconds tick by, she can feel her patience, her fake happiness waning. Eventually she stands and stretches; when her two hunting companions make a move towards their weapons, she stops them.

"No, please stay and enjoy the feast. I wish to hunt alone tonight," Namora offers a warm smile,...