Kabrin Road, 20th Bell, 12th of Fall 513 A.V
In the aftermath of the bloody battle against a Yukmen horde. The sellswords had piled the bodies of the Yukmen and set them on fire, also doing the same for their fallen comrades in another location not far away. They were now camping for the night at the side of the Kabrin Road, they needed to rest after the exhaustive battle against the landspawns. Makutsi had been kind enough to release her wrath upon the land, the sky was now clear with Leth shining brightly upon the wilderness.
A moment of deep silence, most of the mercenary was grateful they could live to see another day. Albrecht was organizing new duties and formations, Moretta was resting in her tent along with her remaining horsemen, silently cursing herself for her own stupidity. Razkar was right, if they hadn't try to fight the horde on their own, all of them could still live. She wanted to cry, to unleash her sorrow of losing her comrades, but she was a warrior, she needed to be strong so she kept her tears in check. Even warriors made mistakes sometime, this experience was a major slap to her pride.
One particular individual was not that all concerned with the somber atmosphere. No, Karin had nothing to do with these mercenaris. She was simply a hitchiker, she helped them on her own decision. Who knows, without her, these men and women would not live to see another day or at least, lost so much of them that they had no choice but to abandon the caravan. The small Viper was sitting on a cart, short legs dangling in the air, bobbing her head to the left and right, humming a song too cheerful for the mood. A sellsword passed her and edged away, he knew something was not right with the young-looking girl.
Still continuing her hum, Karin jumped down from the wagon and made her way to the tent where the warrior, Razkar, and his lover, Edreina, were staying. A pale hand extended from her cloak and she whisked the fabric acting as the tent's entrance away, she them smiled at them both. Though it was clear she was cautious with the Myrian, who had a barely-contained disdain for her. She didn't bother to ask 'Am I intruding?' because the warrior would definitely say 'yes'.
Karin entered and cutely sat down beside Edreina, somewhat using her as a protection. "So..." Karin spoke slowly, suppressing her lisp as much as possible, lest it would ire the Myrian further "we did good, right? Hehe~ We sure show those Yukmen what we are made of. So, you can trust me now, Razkar?" Surely even this savage would consider all that she did, including helping Edreina, as something "You see, not all dhanis are bad... ehehe~" Yes, not all dhanis are those like in Falyndar.
Still, Karin could feel that Siku was cursing at her for allowing herself to befriend a Myrian, but she was a child of Ionu now.
In the aftermath of the bloody battle against a Yukmen horde. The sellswords had piled the bodies of the Yukmen and set them on fire, also doing the same for their fallen comrades in another location not far away. They were now camping for the night at the side of the Kabrin Road, they needed to rest after the exhaustive battle against the landspawns. Makutsi had been kind enough to release her wrath upon the land, the sky was now clear with Leth shining brightly upon the wilderness.
A moment of deep silence, most of the mercenary was grateful they could live to see another day. Albrecht was organizing new duties and formations, Moretta was resting in her tent along with her remaining horsemen, silently cursing herself for her own stupidity. Razkar was right, if they hadn't try to fight the horde on their own, all of them could still live. She wanted to cry, to unleash her sorrow of losing her comrades, but she was a warrior, she needed to be strong so she kept her tears in check. Even warriors made mistakes sometime, this experience was a major slap to her pride.
One particular individual was not that all concerned with the somber atmosphere. No, Karin had nothing to do with these mercenaris. She was simply a hitchiker, she helped them on her own decision. Who knows, without her, these men and women would not live to see another day or at least, lost so much of them that they had no choice but to abandon the caravan. The small Viper was sitting on a cart, short legs dangling in the air, bobbing her head to the left and right, humming a song too cheerful for the mood. A sellsword passed her and edged away, he knew something was not right with the young-looking girl.
Still continuing her hum, Karin jumped down from the wagon and made her way to the tent where the warrior, Razkar, and his lover, Edreina, were staying. A pale hand extended from her cloak and she whisked the fabric acting as the tent's entrance away, she them smiled at them both. Though it was clear she was cautious with the Myrian, who had a barely-contained disdain for her. She didn't bother to ask 'Am I intruding?' because the warrior would definitely say 'yes'.
Karin entered and cutely sat down beside Edreina, somewhat using her as a protection. "So..." Karin spoke slowly, suppressing her lisp as much as possible, lest it would ire the Myrian further "we did good, right? Hehe~ We sure show those Yukmen what we are made of. So, you can trust me now, Razkar?" Surely even this savage would consider all that she did, including helping Edreina, as something "You see, not all dhanis are bad... ehehe~" Yes, not all dhanis are those like in Falyndar.
Still, Karin could feel that Siku was cursing at her for allowing herself to befriend a Myrian, but she was a child of Ionu now.