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Katrina got the point Osric was making. She could take a hint- Quit bitching and fear the patient man's wrath. Revna was surely used to it, being the closest thing to company for the jagged woman, but these two weren't. When Osric tossed the holy weapon at her feet, Katrina stepped back with a sort of quickness that suggested she was either averse to it or expected Osric to try something from the start. Possibly both. The monk clearly had some bark under there, at the very least. She didn't care for his apology, nor did she take the snap of his personally enough to warrant one. [color=red]"Whatever you say, Osric."[/color] Katrina waited until the monk walked off to bend down and pick up the dagger. Even through her leather gloves, Katrina could feel a discomforting warmth bleed through to her skin, like sticking her hand over a funeral pyre. She held it with no reverence of any kind, and haphazardly dropped it into Revna's free hand. [color=red]"Thank the Order,"[/color] She remarked.

Sage's fireworks didn't get nearly as much of a reaction as the [b]child[/b] may have expected. She looked at the blue fire, watched it drift up into the air and turn Sage's skin to stars. It was only natural someone of the Order could perform magical acts. Katrina's demeanor implied she wasn't even marginally impressed. Katrina held up a hand, and closed it into a fist, pointing her index finger to the sky. Under her gloves, something upon her skin began to sting. Sage wouldn't be able to notice this, but the result was an mote of glowing fire that hovered just above Katrina's hand. It was no bigger than a coin used to pay for things in a bygone time, and burned with the vibrant color of fresh blood. It was unlikely that Sage could recognize this as demon's fire- after all, her own magic involved multicolored flames- and Katrina wasn't about to clarify for her. [color=red]"People are full of surprises, even in this day and age, aren't they?"[/color] It might've been a snarky comment, but Katrina said it in such a deadpan way that it might as well have been rude.

She snuffed the flame out when she heard Osric barking at someone off in the distance, and walked over to discover they had one more person.

[color=red]"What'n the devil are you shouting about over here? Mm. Another one. Well, power to him. Where were we?"[/color] She asked rhetorically, going over to aid Osric in packing things up inside the wagon as she noticed him doing. [color=red]"Roads past the mountain are safer under daylight. We get past them, there's a place an hour after, Moonhorn Ridge. Demons wont go there- It's dead land for miles and you'd see 'em over the cliffs if they planned to ambush. Safe enough first night on the way,"[/color] She shared this insight with Osric and the new kid, because Katrina had camped there a few times. Moonhorn Ridge was worthless to anyone that didn't bring food before setting foot there, nothing would grow and thus nothing could graze. And so demons couldn't put up a stronghold of enslaved humans. Katrina [i]was[/i] the guide, after all.