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Ruinil heard a rustling in some bushes and briefly saw the head of a deer. She did not hesitate. With a movement that was nearly impossible to detect with the naked eye; Ruinil took out her bow and took aim before firing, shooting the deer right between the eyes. She looked back at the young lad she had been talking to prior and smirked before replying some what pleased with herself, " aye, I am indeed a Templar. The Halfling holding the hare is one as well. I'm glad to see that you have made it out of the rubble alive, child. My name is Ruinil, one of the remaining Knight- Corporals. I'm sure that the Captain will most certainly be pleased to know of your arrival. She is currently in the tavern. However, I would refrain from entering for now, friend." 

She had purposely ignored Halen's friendly advances. She was not to fond of his prior attitude towards her and being labeled "alien" by a no good half elf. Of course calling her "nonhuman" didn't make things better for him. Of course she wasn't human! Anyone could see that! She had the ears and lifespan of an elf and the blood red eyes of a demon. It was not only her physical traits that made her ethnicity quite clear. The span of her life was near eternal compared to that of an elf, human, or dwarf. And her magica reserves and spells were more powerful than any human or elf. Of course, knowing that fact did not change her opinion of the Halfling. 

Ruinil momentarily disappeared into the dark blanket of shrubbery and trees before reappearing with a large sized buck slung over her shoulder, soon after. It was incredibly heavy, but Ruinil's expression held that of great pride at her kill. However, Ruinil knew that the deer alone wouldn't suffice for supporting the growing militia. Thus, the hunt would have to continue.

Ruinil stood outside of the inn, leaning against one of its walls. In the distance, Ruinil could hear an occasional faint booms and the soft glow of the burning buildings from the fighting nearby. The town was surprisingly calm despite the hell fire that was engulfing the Stargard. It was quiet, but Ruinil knew that it wouldn't last for much longer, as she knew that the cultists would soon find the the surviving Templars. 

"Then hell will break loose here... We can't let these innocent people die for our war...." Ruinil murmured to herself. The interrogation was still under way and it seemed that it wasn't going to end any time soon.

In the distance she watched as a man, whom seemed to be quite flustered, ran around the village as he could in search asking for a group of Templars. Her interest was piqued. She walked up to the young man and with a calm expression. "Why do you search for the Templars of former Dawn, mortal?" 

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