"Well we didn't come this far for nothing so we might as well slay it shouldn't we?" Thalesin said ",Or we kill the wench I don't really care which but we've come to far to give up now and be turned back by some insignificant warning and threat."
He didn't give no care to the bonfire protector, hell he wouldn't of mind killing her and the beast but better to not make enemies in unknown lands. How she refereed to those cursed though sickened him and made him somewhat want to shove his axe into her skull. She made it sound like they had a choice with this curse, that they got it willingly. She knew nothing if she thought that and was a fool. He hoped perhaps one day she was afflicted by it and driven hollowed, an unspeakable thing to say but to think it didn't seem so bad.
"To never cast aside hope, for hope is what we flourish from. For what else could stop an undead besides his lack of will to continue?" Thalesin said, a motto of the covenant that he had followed in his homelands.