"Despise me?"

Alette looked taken aback at Sir Renar's question for a few moments.

But then, her lips slip into a grin, and she was unable to hold back a wave of laughter.

"Ah, you think he hates me? That's hilarious! Ah, I should tell him that when he comes back!" she declared between chuckles, wiping a tear from her eye, "No, no, he doesn't hate me at all. Aah..."

The red-eyed Shark took a deep breath before she continued to speak, seemingly to calm herself.

"We met. It was a while ago, I was still a child," she explained, "He's probably worried about me, more than anything. He doesn't need to, but I don't think that's going to stop him."

A thoughtful expression crossed her features.

"He does have an excellent taste in knives, though. I split open a slaver's belly with the one he gave me."

The manner in which she spoke of disemboweling a slaver sounded much more like recalling a fond memory then describing a violent killing.

"Mmm?"

The half-giant's hidden gazed turned downwards, towards the earth to rest upon Tyaethe's diminutive form. He seemed to consider the prospect for a few moments, before eventually kneeling.

"Very well," Bors said, "You quite remind me of my daughter, so I'm happy to assist."

[@Psyker Landshark][@Raineh Daze]

[hr]

Sir Steffen, it seemed, had discovered a body of one of the Boars. Fanilly took a deep breath. While she'd certainly killed before, directly handling corpses wasn't something she was entirely familiar with. Still, all they had to do was search him for anything unusual, and leaned down to take a closer examination of the body. At the very least, locked inside, the corpses had yet to decay.

The scent of blood was still choking the air, however.

"He's..." she trailed off for a moment, taking a deep breath, but before she could speak, another mercenary approached. He was a young man, with red hair, and he quickly knelt beside the corpse and began patting him down.

"No worries, I've got this," he said, perhaps a little too brightly given what he was doing, "One of those nasty piggies, then, huh? Bastard. Hmmm... there's something... here?"

He ran his fingers over a spot lower down on the dead man's outfit.

When it was sliced open, a small scrap of paper and a cloth wrap were revealed. The cloth was empty, no sign of any supernatural shards of ancient weapons.

The paper, however, was somewhat more interesting.

[i]Black like a shadow and shaped like a piece of glass. Don't touch it.[/i]

[@Conscripts][@6slyboy6]

[hr]

Abigail sighed as she examined the wound on the captain's neck.

"A single, violent stroke..." She considered the traits of the dead body for a few moments, "Definitely before the violence began in the rest of the fort. I don't think anyone even came up here... it's a much more elegant death, but still just as cruel..."

It was hard to discern how she felt about it, given the dreamy tone of her voice. Perhaps she was pleased the captain had died like this rather then some kind of brutal murder below? Perhaps she was admiring the elegance? Perhaps it was some combination of both? Regardless, the strange, tall girl drifted to the closet. Within was a simple uniform and various other articles of daily clothing. Beside it stood his suit of armor.

"Mmmm, not here, I don't think..." she murmured to herself, as she slowly searched through his drawers and clothing.

The desk, however, proved somewhat fruitful. Indeed the man had kept a journal, though it seemed many of the pages had been ripped and torn out.

One page in particular, however, hinted at something perhaps surprising. Only part of it remained.

[i]With an object as wicked as this, there can be no accidents or mistakes. Though my heart and soul belong to the crown, I still trust the judgement of-[/i]

Beyond that, the page had been torn away.

[@The Otter][@Crimson Paladin]

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