[indent][indent][indent][color=gray]Asaara smirked as she dropped her readied bow a little lower, the knocked arrow now pointing straight down to the sand. [color=9e0b0f]“Never have I encountered a templar that makes as much noise as a mocking bird.”[/color] Asaara found herself rather amused, the human had so quickly gone from asking her name to complimenting her appearance to a sudden question as to why she was Tal-Vashoth. If she had to take a bunch she would say he was merely venting nervousness given his current circumstance.

Asaara slipped the arrow from where it was perched on her bow and giving it a short twirl returned the missile to her quiver as she relaxed her bow arm. [color=9e0b0f]“I have no interested in killing a templar knight,”[/color] she stated[color=9e0b0f], “the wrath of your comrades is something I would rather not stir.”[/color]

The Qunari woman stepped casually to one side as she looked down upon the lifeless body of the mage she had shot. True enough she had “saved” this young knight from what was guaranteed to be a painful, agonizing death. [i]Saarebas[/i] - or mages - were a dangerous thing by nature and a rogue [i]saarebas[/i] driven by blind desperate instinct was a whole other threat. That was one thing that Asaara would definitely defend about the Qun, the method of handing the threat of magic users. Many would call the Qunari method cruel but any Qunari would simply attest that it was better than the cruelties a single mage could inflict on all those around him. It was as simple as that.

Asaara took three broad strides toward the corpse and with a wet snapping yanked the blood-stained arrow from the fallen human. [color=9e0b0f]”Saving you was mere coincidence, you understand,”[/color] Asaara said as she used a small dingy cloth to clean the blood from her arrow[color=9e0b0f], “killing this [i]saarebas[/i] was necessary, you see. That it saved you was merely circumstantial. But you are welcome all the same, human.”[/color] The horned giantess have a twisted half smile as she returned the now clean arrow to her quiver with the rest.

[color=9e0b0f]“Why were you here alone and facing a magic user?”[/color] Asaara asked, ignoring the muddle of questions first thrown at her. It was dark by now and she could not hope to gauge his facial expression, instead listening intently for his coming response.[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]