[center][b]Pyria
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[i]Child of the Flame[/i]

[b]Location:Actium[/b][/center]

Pyria's eyes darted around. First on the stranger and his hand. Laughable. Why would [i]she[/i] need to hand anything over? Plus whatever food she had pilfered from the meager pickings of the town had been digested long ago. Then there was Luca's panicked attempt to make amends by sharing his loot. And by extension, [i]HER[/i] loot. Since he was, well, his servant. And boobmaid was further encouraging him.

[i]
Note to self, kick out boobmaid. With fire. 
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Pyria thought as she grinded her teeth. Where was she? Ah right. Tiny squeaky Lamia who did a really gross with her mouth and spoke about infinity pies. She took a little pity on the fellow orphan. After all, she must've been severly starving to be that dimwitted. 

[i]
Burn. Burn them all. The fool. The idiot. The harlot. And Luca the coward. And then the inn. And the town. And the undead. And the entire Iron Coast. Leave none intact in your wake. For you're a child of the flame.[/i]

Her heartbeat accelerated, until she was about to [i]do it[/i]. 

[i]NO! Think long term, Pyria. Burning everything in the long term will do far more harm than good.[/i] She added, reigning herself in. "Ngh." She let out in a whimper, her anger somewhat receding. "It hurts." She winced, clutching her temple.

"Your. Idiocy. Hurts so much." She spelt out loud and clear. Gears began to click in her mind. "A pile of fucking garbage. And toys. You're... just wasting breath and threatening me for that." She turned her back on the duo. "Why I did get this riled up for it... I don't even..."

"LUCA, PROVIDE ME WITH AMENABLE EDIBLE CONFECTIONS, WITH HASTE!" She grumbled, beginning to walk her way to the inn. "And you, boobmaid, we need to talk about being so clingy to my Luca."