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[i]Interacting with [@cryptek12][/i]
[h1]Lyra[/h1]
	[b]Lyra[/b] hurried after Sheffield as she hugged herself. It was good to get out of there and into the crisp air. Tugging at her braid with her hands and then throwing it over her shoulder, she watched him. 

	[i]He’s skittish. Well, maybe I’m the skittish one. Both are.[/i] 

	Squinting her eyes, she looked around the area and saw nothing. The night was quiet and calm. She wished that she could fade into the darkness, if only for a moment, and be nothing. The only sounds were the clanking of Sheffield and the tavern behind her. A few lanterns lit the streets but for the most part, there was nothing. No threats. No monsters. No smouldering corpses. 

	Pulling out one of her axes, she searched for her reflection in it but the blade was far too dirty to have such a gleam. 

	His voice stirred her from her empty thoughts. "Has it been a bad night for you?"

	She waited, swallowing hard before replying. “As much as I hate to admit it, yes. Sorry for dragging you out of here. There’s nothing. I just keep getting the feeling that something is waiting right around the corner.” 

	She eyed his bloody hair and rag. 

	“Looks like things haven’t been too great for you either.” She paused for a moment. “Sorry if I’m assuming too much. I’m Lyra, by the way. Tonight has just been, a bit much. So much death. I never… expected so much of it when I became a hunter. I don’t know what I expected. I’m sure you think I’m a fool.” [/center]