“Jerod…well it’s really nice to meet you Mister Jerod,” Marianne said, all the while flashing him a small smile. Yes, it was nice to have friends that weren’t so easy to kill. Or explode. She really hated the ones who just decided to combust on you. Giving both him and the other Mage a small nod, she turned to meet sights with the noble.

Hearing his introduction, she smirked in interest in hearing that he was from Valm. She had heard once before from her father that inhabitants of Valm were no stranger to battle, and that their iron wills were something to be quite wary of. She briefly wondered if their eyes were battle-edged too…actually, on that note, what other parts of the body were honed through bloodshed and evolution…?

She wondered…

_"Hello there your name is Marianne correct? I'm Isacc a noble from Valm I hope we can get along well"_

Distracted from her thoughts, the Dark Mage smiled warmly before extending out her own hand towards his. Unfortunately, it was the very same palm that had handled the severed eye a few minutes ago, and one could see the thick blood now drying. Before Isacc could react or protest, his hand was already clenched in Marianne’s.

“My, my, a noble right before me. What an honor for me! It’s a pleasure to meet you as well Mister Issac,” she said brightly. “From now on, we’ll be fighting on the same side, so I’ll make sure to protect you too. That being said, I’d like to ask a favor of you kind sir. When you eventually have your head split open, I hope you don’t mind if I help myself to your corpse.”

She tilted her head, single red eye now hazy as she day dreamed of all the possibilities she could do with royal blood.

“Ah, but rest assured. The sacrifice of your internal organs and skin will do wonders for those of the future.”