[h2]Tyaethe Radistirin[/h2]

The order's resident vampire was giving a distinct impression of not [i]wanting[/i] to fight, for once, with her posture on a pony being more slouched than anything, and with the parasol propped carefully to block the sun when it ventured out between the clouds. It was quite odd to see such a large sword strapped to the size of such a small horse.

In the current flattened shadows, with the sun hiding behind the clouds, the entire getup appeared like an unfinished picture, horse and rider all black and white.

"Unusual for something so close to the capital to be threatened... anything like orcs would have more warning, and there aren't any external threats." The whole situation was strange.