[h2]Syrena Sinclair - Westroad[/h2]
Syrena smiled as several members of the group come to comfort her in there own ways. Nicki reassured her his confidence in her abilities and told her that if killing was best left to those who had already crossed that line. It was sort of a shock to think that Nicki was among that number but then again it made sense. Some forms of dark magic were heavily rooted in decay and death. Likely most people here had killed or would in the coming days.

Habeen seemed to mean well but her reassurance felt a little strange to Syrena like a lion comforting a gazelle. Syrena couldn't shake the feeling that Habeen was sizing her up. Then again as someone who'd spent most of there life alone maybe that was just the way she looked at the world. The most comforting was the cavalier. He didn't try to affirm her faith in her abilities or there confidence in her. He just told her that they all had her back come what may. The pirate's words were simply alarming. Perhaps they were true but still that wasn't the kind of thing you said to someone. Especially if you were hoping to have them fight by your side in ten minutes. It wasn't something that Syrena really want to consider so for the moment she disregarded it.

Hugh's words of wisdom seemed well spirited but off. He didn't really understand what it was she was trying to communicate. The flames weren't a 'curse' as he put it. They were a part of her as truly as her silver eyes or her blonde hair. They were like another facade of her personality. One that she didn't want the world to see. Some people had to resist becoming violent, some had to resist being mean spirited. Syrena had to resist burning down the world around her. Or at least that's how it felt to her. "T-thanks everyone. I'm f-fine now."

The tactician appeared shortly after with a brief apology and while the final checks were made and everyone prepared themselves for battle Syrena steeled herself for what she was expected to do. She had to flush the lancers out of the house with her fire and deal with those that escaped. She shivered slightly as the imagined sounds of people burning to death again filled her head. No, she commanded the flames, not the other way around. She could cause enough damage and smoke to force the bandits from the house. After that Franky and Ronin and that mage with the hard to pronounce name could deal with them. She wasn't going to kill anyone.

Syrena approached the axe wielding pirate, they were partnered together and it appeared deployment was not far off. She might not care to highly for his company but they still had to work together, Syrena was young, not childish. "Hi," she said shyly. "I'm S-Syrena."