For the briefest moment Kiera was glad to finally stretch her legs after the longest and most tense carriage ride she'd ever been in. For a moment she almost let her guard down knowing that she was finally back in civilisation and would be protected should the half-breed turn or the priest take exception to her. She was quickly disillusioned.
A quick glance around and she realised Borealis' light was a long way from here. She straightened her back and corrected herself. No, she was Borealis' light, and as long as she was here there was hope. The three of them were greeted by a strong, if worn thin looking man who stood with confidence, flanked by two peasants armed with farming tools. She guessed it was pretty easy to look strong when you were the only one with any sort of protection. He regarded the group with a mixture of surprise and disgust, and she took a dislike to the man immediately. What right did he have to mock help, no matter where they came from? Treating darkness with darkness irritated her, but she let it slide for now.
He ushered them in, ominously saying before hand "When the light dies, so does anyone caught outside." She could only guess at what he meant by that, though she'd rather not have to. Before he fully turned around he said to one of his cronies "Keep an eye on that necromancer there! Run him through if he tries anything!". The necromancer surprised her, opting for a light response she'd expect from one of the younger acolytes "Would that include following you to your office, then?" She certainly didn't smile at his comment, but it endeared her towards the man. There were many tales of the monstrous priests of Shee'l Tor, but the small gesture like that definitely seemed at odds with his sombre colours and hooded visage. He also went a length about not in fact being a necromancer, something a Templar like her was aware of already otherwise she would have challenged him before they left.
Kiera moved behind the group, giving a stare down the path they had come from in some forlorn hope that they wouldn't be the only ones to roll up tonight. Alas, all movement along the road had died down, the carriage's frantic pace had carried it far away from this forsaken corner of the world. She followed behind the other two, not willing to turn her back to them just yet. She caught a friendly quip from the vampire “Any words you have will be wasted upon those who don't want to hear them, priest.”. Wise words, Kiera reflected, though the way the half-breed carried herself in a courtly manner made Kiera doubt her place. If she was worried about muddying her frock now what would she be like later?
The next comment surprised her though, the vampire spoke up to Sir Arthur “Piece of advice though, get someone to straighten the blade upwards. A battle scythe as they call it... It should at least make your guards more effective. The undead aren't some weeds you need to cut.”
Kiera took this as her turn "I would listen to her, Sir. She likely has the most experience with the fiends." she gave her response in a guarded fashion, and had no love for this half-breed, but that was a well called suggestion. Well, assuming they had a skilled enough blacksmith to not weaken the metal. She addressed this Arthur again, "So we're all you've got so far? I would have thought my kind would flock to a call like this."
A quick glance around and she realised Borealis' light was a long way from here. She straightened her back and corrected herself. No, she was Borealis' light, and as long as she was here there was hope. The three of them were greeted by a strong, if worn thin looking man who stood with confidence, flanked by two peasants armed with farming tools. She guessed it was pretty easy to look strong when you were the only one with any sort of protection. He regarded the group with a mixture of surprise and disgust, and she took a dislike to the man immediately. What right did he have to mock help, no matter where they came from? Treating darkness with darkness irritated her, but she let it slide for now.
He ushered them in, ominously saying before hand "When the light dies, so does anyone caught outside." She could only guess at what he meant by that, though she'd rather not have to. Before he fully turned around he said to one of his cronies "Keep an eye on that necromancer there! Run him through if he tries anything!". The necromancer surprised her, opting for a light response she'd expect from one of the younger acolytes "Would that include following you to your office, then?" She certainly didn't smile at his comment, but it endeared her towards the man. There were many tales of the monstrous priests of Shee'l Tor, but the small gesture like that definitely seemed at odds with his sombre colours and hooded visage. He also went a length about not in fact being a necromancer, something a Templar like her was aware of already otherwise she would have challenged him before they left.
Kiera moved behind the group, giving a stare down the path they had come from in some forlorn hope that they wouldn't be the only ones to roll up tonight. Alas, all movement along the road had died down, the carriage's frantic pace had carried it far away from this forsaken corner of the world. She followed behind the other two, not willing to turn her back to them just yet. She caught a friendly quip from the vampire “Any words you have will be wasted upon those who don't want to hear them, priest.”. Wise words, Kiera reflected, though the way the half-breed carried herself in a courtly manner made Kiera doubt her place. If she was worried about muddying her frock now what would she be like later?
The next comment surprised her though, the vampire spoke up to Sir Arthur “Piece of advice though, get someone to straighten the blade upwards. A battle scythe as they call it... It should at least make your guards more effective. The undead aren't some weeds you need to cut.”
Kiera took this as her turn "I would listen to her, Sir. She likely has the most experience with the fiends." she gave her response in a guarded fashion, and had no love for this half-breed, but that was a well called suggestion. Well, assuming they had a skilled enough blacksmith to not weaken the metal. She addressed this Arthur again, "So we're all you've got so far? I would have thought my kind would flock to a call like this."
