The mage had been alright before the scabbard hit the back of him. He cringed, holding the back of his head and glowering angrily at the scoundrel. Talbot didn't know what the hell was wrong with him- he was like a coiled rattlesnake, poised to strike. Scary to look at, and venomous. Even his words were dipped in venom. He thought about the poor Shepherd girl that was with them in that camp. She was bitten by one of those devils and she died screaming in pain. [I]"My blood is on fire!"[/I] she would shriek. And then she lay still. They buried her and mourned for a bit before they moved on with their lives. The point was that this guy was dangerous. He said he was a Shepherd, but... was he really?
[B]"Gods! That hurt!"[/b] he winced as he rubbed some more. As he expected, a bump was beginning to form. Great. Just great. A flurry of curses, directed at Zaino, flowed out of his mouth as he stared after him. [B]"Bastard, swinging that around as if nothing. I'm pretty sure he won't like me sending a Thoron at his ass."[/b] he wasn't brave enough to actually say it louder. If they were going to get in a squabble, Zaino would be too quick for him to actually prepare a spell. Snorting, he turned to the rest. At least that wyvern girl had left. But she left her wyvern behind. [B]"I wonder what wyvern tastes like."[/b] he prodded the wyvern on the side and sighed. 
Talbot was beginning to get annoyed. His brow furrowed and he looked at the others. That man who called himself a prince was flirting with a woman and others were just standing around staring at the floor or talking to one another. [B]"[I]Shut up![/I]"[/b] he cried, anger flaring. [B]"Don't you listen?! Are your skulls thick?! We have to go!"[/b]
His nostrils flared angrily, and he put his face to his hand, fingers working away at the ridge of his nose. He was pretty sure that he was trembling. Sheesh. He wasn't one to get this angry. He often sang and strummed his lute to release his anger. But now that his arm was burned and scalding with pain, he couldn't. Averting his eyes to the hitched mounts, he heaved a sigh. Now, if only people would listen to him...
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Before the man could speak, someone knocked her away. Grunting, she struggled to regain her footing before she collapsed to the floor. For if she did, Lumara knew that she would pass out. Thankfully, she bumped into the nearest wall, holding herself up. Lumara cursed, though it was barely audible. Now she looked ridiculous. Her green eyes remained on this man who called himself Tihlas. He claimed that he was a Shepherd as well, making her light brow arch over a glazed eye. [I]Sounds interesting. A Shepherd who hadn't taken part in that battle...[/I] her lips curled into a smirk. [I]This will be interesting.[/I]
Lumara walked the rest of the way up to Tihlas. Of course she didn't walk in a straight line, for everything looked slanted at the moment. [B]"If you're really a Shepherd,"[/b] she slurred. [B]"Get yer ass up and prove it. Yer coming with us, and I'll be watching ye."[/B] she raised her lance and took it into both hands, pointing the metal tip at him. [B]"Come on, up."[/b] she barked, threatening to jab the weapon at him once again. 
Believe it or not, the drunkard harlot was never always like this. She was once a noble, properly trimmed and properly raised. However, she was never able to go out by herself. Never allowed to have guy friends. Never allowed to even think for herself. She was constantly bought frilly dresses and was quickly offered up for marriage as soon as she first flowered at the age of thirteen. It was there that she drew the line. She ran away and lived the wild life. She quickly joined a group of bandits, looking for adventure. One thing led to another and there she was.
[B]"You know, I met a man that told me he was a Shepherd. I cut his throat. It pleased me to see him gasping as he lost his life. He lied. He was a spy. I might be a drunken whore but I'm not stupid. I'm pretty sure that I think quicker than anyone here."[/b]