The corpse of a woman slid down the building expeditiously, hugging close to the monster slayer’s hisses into the stillness that plagued once again the town under the couth heaven. She supposed the ranger’s assumption of another ally warranted the attached greeting and introduction, eavesdropping the authentic extended name, devoid of any deceit. Though the mask begged a different quarrel; its dim pale oval beckoned more questions than answers, to which Thea often ignored, in seeking its absent obstruction to the man behind the guise.

The shadows of faint life flickered about the ornate half-plate of the reborn sage, barely contrasting the light-haired head, atop the swiveling neck surveying the [i]Hela[/i] wielding friend of Birbin. Even then, one could only barely decipher the horrid, frost-bound sensations when nearing the bewitched librarian, boiling from the at-will necromantic facsimile. It gripped her tighter like a vise as she gleaned the words.

[i]The Kingdom of Light.[/i]

The sickly clutch fastening around her chest and waist, a moment of vain exclamations, to the inky bondage without a safe word. Her nimble boots climbed and closed the distance to the newly added warrior. She hung to the left of Theodore, ghastly, silvery, and fishlike. The pitched scales remained a muted and augmented constitution, but toyed with the surrounding air, like an Olympian performing laps, swimming round and round, providing an atmosphere of joyless strength. She realized it was not inconceivable that this vessel could capsize into the deeps of such power. However, such a price may be warranted, and Wick believed this angelic body could bear such a burdensome stigma. 

The warlock cleared her throat, prompting a troubled incertitude. The distressed interruption fileted the dual quarries offered to Valmjr, scrutinizing his abandonment of the absent-minded gnome wizard.

[color=ec008c]“The sun can warm your skin or blister your hide, light your path or blind you. It is a fickle friend, but a far worse enemy, kept in plain sight, checked for silence but never taxed for speech.”[/color]