[color=fdc68a][b]"Yes, we did it. Thanks Marianne." [/b][/color]

She sank to the ground as her staff crumbled away under her weight. Better it than her, but what was she to do now? All that remained was little better than a charred stick. Her fiance's gift had served her well, though she wished it served for longer.

She drank a mana potion and let the rush of liquid elation run through her for a moment. When it passed she brought her numb arm up to look at it. The gashes were puffy and swollen, a sure sign of infection, and would require care. She brought her fire to hand and let the flame filter into the wounds to lick at the foulness left behind by the skaven that bit her. She gritted her teeth to ignore the sting and retrieved her bandages to make a simple wrap.

Restored and patched up, Ayse turned her mind to the looting everyone else was wrapped up in. She did gather a little gold, which was fine, Grendrick's treatment of the dwarves appalled her. So soon after their loss too... The real prize came when pushed aside a skaven corpse to reveal a spear.

Nothing really made it stand out. Dwarven weapons were almost universally works of art, but as she hefted it and felt its weight in her hands she could also feel its warmth. Something of the fire that forged its metal head and hardened its leather bound shaft remained within. It wanted to be used again by hands more deserving than a rat. It had been a long time since Ayse read runic script. Her fingers easily found the notches though. 

[color=fdc68a][b]"Brandr."[/b][/color]

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Rushed and pushed along, Ayse obeyed when the king shouted his orders. Her spear lashed out, to skewer a ratkin pressed against the wall of bodies. It truly was a well made spear, but Ayse had other plans for it. Raising it aloft, she let the fire flow out from it to caress the defenders, devouring the filth from them. 

It might have been the battle, but Ayse swore she could hear her spear laughing, goading her for more. The flames expanded now the scourge the skaven beyond. [i]This,[/i] she felt it laugh, [i]is how a dwarf makes a fire.[/i]