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[color=gray][sub][right][color=white][b]Location:[/b][/color] Uhladein, Eastern Marches
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[hr]Rain was relieved to hear that the Uglydein ghoul wouldn’t be tailing them. She’d only just met cool people, and the last thing she wanted was to drag some grandpa around while they all drank beer and punched each other. They’d get in trouble for punching pyromancers—the folks back home had made sure she knew that. Other hunters? Fair game. Normal people? Maybe don’t, it’s boring anyway. But [i]pyromancers[/i]? Off-limits, even papa had said so. 

Thinking about him made her stomach feel funny. Made her want to punch Galiel anyway just to do it. 

[COLOR=92278f][i]Stupid. Cut it out. You’re mad at him.[/i][/color]

Lexann—still not a real word but whatever, they could come up with definition later—asked if Rain’s name was a poem. Ah, the pink giant was a little slow, it seemed. Well, that made sense; you couldn’t have so much muscle [i]and[/i] have brains, too. 

“[COLOR=92278f]No, it’s water,[/color]” Rain said, correcting her. 

No harm done; she didn’t like the woman any less for being a bit dumb. In fact, she preferred dumb people. Dumb people were fun. [i]Nerds[/i] on the other hand, like Galiel and the other pyromancers, made her want to bite things. 

Besides, Lex brought up a good point then: why [i]didn’t[/i] the pyromancers just blast the void’s ass and be done with it? The obvious answer was that they were lame little wusses with weak gums who were afraid of death, unlike Rain, who had an iron jaw and wasn’t afraid of anything, even a little bit. The [i]better[/i] answer was that if they [i]did[/i] do that, then none of the hunters would get to have any fun. 

“[COLOR=92278f]Because this is cooler,[/color]” she offered. “[COLOR=92278f]Like, [i]way[/i] cooler.[/color]”[/indent][/indent][/indent]