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[color=#ff7f00]Location:[/color] Hotel Valhalla: Feast Hall of the Slain
[color=#ff7f00]Skill:[/color] N/A
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[color=#ff7f00]"There are better things to kill over."[/color] Dalisy sighed and lifted her own plate and drink when the blood started flooding her way. [color=#ff7f00]"They'll be back at it by dinner, or if we are unlucky breakfast."[/color] Dalisy said partially as a joke, partially as reassurance that maybe they'd have more entertainment by the pair of them. 

[color=#ff7f00]"Oh this? Not much. I just found someone I need to kick the ass of tomorrow."[/color] She said shrugging. Dalisy was still angry, but that was basically her default state. Nothing new. She munched on her food looking at the blood. Death was meaningless they were all dead and there was no coming back from it. She couldn't imagine an einherjar being frightened by it or blood. Except, maybe someone brand new. 

Dalisy remembered being new, it wasn't that many years ago. But even with that, she didn't remember fearing pain, or blood, or death. She wondered briefly if that was a prerequisite for being an einherjar. Lack of fear. Lack of good decision making. People who were good at making decisions didn't go stabbing each other in the throat over some girl. Also, if the girl was an einherjar she should have been there defending her own honor and choices.