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— Apocolypse Now guild hall ruins —[/center]

She stood in place temporarily, her body tight in the aftermath of the melee. Dripping with viscera, she walked to one of the tapestries, tore it from the wall, and used it to wipe the blade clean before sheathing it. Kallahars exit was unhurried, a show of fear would be unsightly.

That was invigorating and so much more realistic than even a more cutting edge game than Yggdrasil should have been capable of. Rather than disgusted by the graphic violence she felt energized. Fulfilled by having brought death to even an unthinking monster.

The knight exited the guild hall, using the tapestry to wipe off the gore she had been covered in, taking special care with the helmet decoration that had taken no less than a hundred dye packs to get the exact shade.

[color=#bc8dbf]"Profane Aura, remove."[/color]

The fell aura faded and her next step brought her down onto solid ground. It appeared that the group was in the process of deciding their next steps. It seemed that they were no longer in the guilds original location, or anywhere at all that she recognized.

They couldn't exactly stay in the ruined guild hall. After a look around the death knight made her decision.

[color=#bc8dbf]"I shall head south, to sooner be out of these mountains. It would be agreeable to have some company."[/color]