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Lia, sadly, was part of those left behind. She had insisted to come, but never begged to. Her dignity could not be reduced to pleading, when she clearly knew her worth as a hunter; everyone else was the problem, as if vision was the only sense to have. A pitiful being to be, depending only on one's sight to see.

She hitched the trophy, pulling on one of the fastening that was starting to come undone. It rattled once again, this time against her armor and pack. Lia listened to the guard, squinting at the direction of his voice as he asked. [color=7ea7d8]"Fine work. If I may, how was something as small as you able to slay a creature so massive?"[/color]

[color=a0410d]"I used a snare and shot it in the eye while trapped."[/color] She tried to speak calmly. Even then, a hint of spurned anger tinged her speech. [color=a0410d]"Was there another way to behead an ogre alone?"[/color]

Lia wanted to take back her sarcastic question, but she was tired, and the ogre head was getting heavy. With heft, she propped the giant bulbous organ on the ground. It sat neatly; whatever fluid would have leaked had dried up on her trek back to civilization. She could hear the guard behind the desk fumbling about, followed by the distinct chinkling of a bag of coins.

[color=7ea7d8]"I believe 40 coins was the agreed upon price."[/color] Lia reached forward until her fingertips touched the edge of the table; she then continued, now palming for the bag of coins. Her vision never strayed from the nothingness it was staring at until she grabbed the bag by the tie and pocketed it.

She returns to the ogre and, twisting it until it oriented in the guard's general direction. Lia felt its forehead, looking for the marking she had carved. [color=a0410d]"Do you see this?"[/color] She ran her hand on letters that spelled "IRELIA"

[color=a0410d]"If you are to announce this creature's demise, I want my name mentioned. Irelia [b]Vyntr[/b]."[/color] Emphasis on the last name. Lia had a glassy look, yet expressed so much just by the way her eyelids twitched, and her brows furrowed. Her glare was absolute passion.

[color=a0410d]"Do you understand what I am asking of you.., sir?"[/color] Lia stood firmly, waiting for his response.