[color=c4df9b][b]Ettamri Belarence[/b][/color][hr]

There was naught a sane man that could have held their anger at that. Not after such insult, not after somehow being blamed for their own faults, and certainly not while they were in a rather volatile mood. Perhaps she should have, but for the small priest.

Her blood was beating in her ears, spurring her to war, the red child bared her fangs, urging her to spill blood, to feast on their marrow. She was still hungry and tired, regardless of how she hid those from the party. Ettamri would have just killed Muu right then and there, consequences be damned. Perhaps even the rest too. [i]Maybe the red child was right. Maybe it wasn't really worth it to deal with people.[/i]

Were it not for the small priest's words, she would... no, [i]will[/i] have acted on those impulses. Those simple words washed over her like cold soothing water. It was the first kind words she had ever received for... hell, when was it? She was supposed to be tough but here she was being comforted by a child. What a disgrace.

Extricating the priest carefully, she set her aside, before replying to Muu.

[color=c4df9b]"Perhaps you should learn to listen better before spouting pointless drivel."[/color]

A simple, pointed answer, before she went on her watch.