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[h2][color=00aeef]Klaus[/color][/h2][/center]
Klaus was frustrated, from the lack of significant progress despite the whole day of scouting and searching. "Tsk..." Lying on the back of her horse Alexander, her eyes narrowed under the thought of her captain having a 'very nice talk' with her. [i]Seriously... the bandit is evil, torture would be a mere taste of her own medicine which she deserves...[/i] She crunched on her last piece of potato, which doesn't taste so well when they were about to return to Candaeln. Her way of thinking is a bit warped in a sense, from having stained her hands before an age where she could only comprehend stuffs, she had completely no sympathy to her enemies. Her idea of 'mercy' is to chop off the bandit's hands. [i]Kills two birds in one stone, I spare someone, and that bandit wouldn't steal for the rest of her life, just like the one last time...[/i]

The air felt heavy to Klaus as she entered the hall. [i]That elf had things easy, getting away with a handsome 'old man'....[/i] She hoped that her captain would completely forget about her inconsiderate statement back then.