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[center][h1][color=870C0B]H[/color]ildr [color=870C0B]t[/color]he [color=870C0B]D[/color]isgraced[/h1][/center]
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Interaction with: [@Dao Ma]

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[center][h3]Dishonored[/h3][/center]
No matter the wounds that healed, something was hurting more than anything she felt before. Perhaps it would have been better for the knight to have bled out, perhaps she has become too well mannered to even be considered a comrade. Is that why she is feeling this way? Having no home on this battlefield? 

But in the spot where her honor and pride used to be was not emptied, it has been completely replaced with scorn for the Eskandr who sullied her pride, for the Perrench with their holy idiocy and Wulfric, her lord that couldn't care less for the deceased. 

[center][h3]Stopping the Dragon?[/h3][/center]
[color=870C0B]"Stop a beast like that? You'd need to be strong and steadfast to even try fighting. Most of your comrades seem ready to run for it, O' Courageous knight."[/color] The shamed knight sneered at the thought of stopping that thing. [color=870C0B]"Don't trust the words of the villagers. Only thing they can tell you are tall tales. If they knew how to stop it, they would have done so ages ago."[/color] 

Soon enough she would walk towards the knight trying to gather men, placing her hand on his shoulder. It seems she had quite the deadpan look on her face. [color=870C0B]"Boy, have you ever fought a beast like that before? . . . If not, it might be better to flee. You will be sending yourself and anyone you bring with to almost certain death."[/color] Her grip on his shoulder was enough to put serious strain onto his attire. [color=870C0B]"I've already seen enough senseless death, don't be the one to add to that."[/color]