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[right][code]Present day
Interactions: Latrom
Outfit: Normal[/code][/right][hr]

Edwina remained outside the Waytsone Inn as more patrons and merchants moved through her front doors.  The night air was still cold against her skin, and besides the sound of a fight inside the area, it was quiet enough for her to think.  Her undead construct remained where it had stood for the past thirty minutes.  The rusted armor and large protruding spear did little to diminish just how outlandish it was to see such a creature [i]sulk[/i] over the loss of its new pet.  The field mouse that had been with it for much of the night had seen an opportunity for freedom and leaped at the chance, fleeing into the alley and off towards the outer walls.  The bird skull of whatever creature it hailed from gave her no emotions in its sunken, hollow eyes, yet she could tell it was sad.  Which was interesting to her because he should have returned to the Earth shortly after she cast her spell, and yet here he was, a year and a half later, showing emotion.

She cleared her throat softly.  This caught the attention of the undead construct, and its head slowly turned to match her eyes.  [color=00FA9A]“Do you remember anything,”[/color] Edwina asked.  While she was not expecting words, her eyes watched the creature's head to see if there was any light behind those empty eyes.  The creature tilted her head a fraction, and Edwina squinted her eye in response.  To her, that movement required consideration, and consideration required thought.  Edwina reached out to her connection with the creature, and she felt the same faint presence she always felt.  There was something more than the magic at play with the construct, and whatever caused that presence to linger is why her spell failed and her fall from grace with her goddess.

She had broken The Cycle, and paid the price.

Edwina began to pace away from the door, heading slowly towards the tower on the other side of the street.  Her tome was tucked in under her right arm, and she crossed them over one another.  As she moved, she watched her construct follow with its hollow eye sockets.  Suddenly, the two turned their head towards the door as a red tiefling huntress returned victorious with the spoils of their job.  No doubt Rosa would pay a good price for fresh meat.  Edwina shifted her eye back to the construct as she pulled her tome out, narrowing as she watched the construct's hand twitch.  She quickly spun through the pages until she landed on one of her history and custom pages and looked down.  Her eyes scanned the page until they landed on the Fierna Bloodline paragraph, and she skimmed it.

[color=00FA9A]“Fierna Bloodline Tieflings typically display strong personalities when compared to other bloodlines.  They hail from a master manipulator, yet each one should be trusted until proven otherwise.  Bloodline does not equal prediction, yada yada,”[/color] Edwina slammed the tome shut suddenly as her eyes darted back to her construct.  [color=00FA9A]“Did you know any Tieflings back in your life,”[/color] she paused, watching a singular finger twitch again, [color=00FA9A]“I wish to learn something about you.  What you like, what you dislike, whether or not you find this area amusing or abhorrent.”[/color]  How your soul is still bound to your bones?  Edwina paced back towards the side of the door, and the construct did not move, nor did it give any indication that it understood what she was saying or if it could comprehend language at all.  All she could feel was the sense of uncertainty creeping back in.  Had she called forth someone sacred b accident, or activated some long-dormant magic with her spell?  

And The Cycle, and by extension her Goddess, answered her no more tonight than any night in the past year and a half.

Footsteps filled her ear, coming towards the Inn door from inside, and Edwina turned her head to see who was leaving.  A Goliath named Latrom stepped out into the night.  The massive goliath paladin filled the doorway for a single heartbeat before Edwina noticed that something was amiss.  His face betrayed his feelings, as his eyes had trouble focusing and his body swayed ever so slightly.  She watched as his gaze locked the Arcane Tower across the street, and watched as it was the final straw that broke his ability to stand.  He fell forward like a felled tree and hit the ground with a heavy, clanky thud.  

Edwina blinked.

[color=00FA9A]“Oh,”[/color] she said mildly, already moving toward him. She knelt down at his side and reached into her bag that sat snug against her own side.  She pulled out a mirror and held it up to his mouth.  When it fogged, she used the mirror to pull his lips up, and she looked at his gums.  The color looked normal.  She pulled the mirror away and put it back in her bag.  She then placed her fingers on the side of his neck and found his pulse, which was consistent and good.  Edwina leaned back on her ankle before standing back up.  Medically speaking, he was fine.  She only wished she had a clearer picture of what caused that fall, and why he remained unconscious.  The last step for her quick medical check was on her.  While she figured he was simply drunk, she had to check.  She kicked the man in the side gently.

[color=00FA9A]“You good?”[/color]