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Dullin


Dullin was glad to finally be able get away from crowds and cold. The room wasn't as warm as bar. Without the fire of liquor in her belly and the kiss of the hearth's warmth, the bedroom was a crisp chill. Dullin hardly slept that night, the thoughts about the woman dying tore at her mind like a panther. Needless to say, the curtains stayed down, the candles out and she laid in silence for hours, trying and failing to sleep. She managed to catch a few hours before the early morning, when her familiar would wake her up. The porridge she ordered went all but untouched. She poked and prodded at it until the Zagren entered the tavern. Eager for something to distract her mind, she hailed him over and waved her hands to grab his attention.

"Over here" She called out in his native tongue.

Dullin slowly watched a strange void around her turn into a familiar site. They where in the White Lady, sitting at one of the many tables. The room was barren but she faintly heard the sound of the driving snow tossed upon the wind. For a moment, she let herself look around, until it dawned on her that she was sitting in the very spot the guard was. Looking down, she saw the same tankard wrapped in the cloth was steaming on the table now, next to some hazy item next to it.

"What a perceptive girl, but you always need my help in the end" A deep, gravely voice uttered from the abyss.
She knew it well. Slowly the blurry image before he manifested into it's true form. A plate of seared meat and bread. It slowly dawned on her that this was the woman's last meal. Quickly her eyes shot up from the table to the bar to find the her familiar's pitch black silhouette stretched across the wall. The sinister looking shadow was all coming from her small, mangled feline familiar. As the cat opened it's mouth, however, the same masculine voice echoed out.
"We certainly learned a lot today, didn't we?" He snarked as he hoped down to saunter over to her table, where he would leap up and meet her gaze. He was purring loudly, something Dullin had come to find was the way he chuckled.
"If you're just here to annoy me, I'd like to remind you that if I die, you're stuck in the astral plane again" She said with a defiant scorn. Hunter seemed unamused, simply staring at his jagged claws, before ringing them through his teeth to clean and sharpen them.
"Oh, you're no fun to toy with Dullin" He said with a sarcastic glee.
"You know I only teach with pain" He said before he suddenly leapt into Dullin's lap. His claws stuck into her legs as he began to knead them gently against her skin. Dullin did her best to ignore the pain, until finally she decided she'd had enough. She swiped at him with an open hand, but Hunter was too quick and effortlessly darted away and back onto the table. His back was now arched and his hair stuck up straight.
"Think! Look at your surroundings, why are you here!" He hissed, knocking the cup over and spilling it's contents. The liquid inside came out like mercury, a shiny chrome liquid that reflected the captain of the Guard where Dullin was sitting. She immediately stood up, flipping the table but to her dismay, Hunter merely appeared behind her. 
"I'm nothing like that murder!" She shouted out in anger. Hunter shouted right back.
"Are you so sure? Have you not made the same decision, on your own accord?" He asked, matching her tone and then some as his voice boomed around them. It started Dullin enough to pause and in that brief moment her ego faltered and she remembered dark times in her bizarre and wild live. Being a child and pick pocketing money to feed her fleeing family, keep secrets for miscreants with info she needed. Killing spies and thugs for coin. Her reflection changed with each memory that reminded her of who she was and what she looked like. It was a surreal moment to see herself age and grow, but never truly change. Hunter's predatory eyes saw the moment and weakness and he eagerly sunk his metaphorical fangs into his current prey.

"You know what your problem is? You're a hypocrite. You act like your smart, but you hardly know a thing about how the world works" He decreed candidly as he began to pace around her now, never letting her leave the sight of his thin pupils.
"You act Sauve but make a fool of yourself among the living and the dead. You judge others before your reflect on your own actions" He sternly added.

Dullin merely kept her head down, listening silently and waiting for the lecture to end. The words where hitting hard, but she would have time to internalize another of Hunter's harsh lessons later. For now, she listened as her familiar prattled on. 

"If you're going to survive up here, then learn not to be so soft. The cold and colorless Icewind Dale has always eaten up fools like you" he continued, stopping to stare her down in his best attempt at intimidation.
"And it brings out the darkest side of everyone"

Suddenly the room began to fade, and eventually only Dullin and the cat remained and even then, their forms where slowly fading until only a small glowing light could be seen.
"heed my words, girl" The familiar added quickly as they began to dissipate.
"Always" Dullin added somberly.
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