[h2]Tyaethe Radistirin[/h2]

Tyaethe looked up from her study of the bodies at Indrau's approach. A veteran, and a good fighter; one of the few people who made her regret not having any healing magic to speak of... though since she was less competent at magic than any novice hedge wizard, nobody could begrudge her lack of investment in the area. There were some things that you just couldn't be good at.

"Why do I keep doing it? Because I'm good at it, and combat is exhilarating," the vampire said, shrugging. Get tired of yearning for combat? She may as well tire of breathing or life itself. Devotion to the goddesses, her fighting prowess, and her past were all that she had or ever would. As long as they never denied her calling then she could continue with a light heart. "Though these bandits are... dull. I would rather we have a dragon to oppose..."

She nudged a body with one foot, then met Indrau's gaze, "You're pretty experienced. Look at these soldiers and this bandit. Notice something?"

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