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"I am in control of myself," she said bluntly. Her eyes had not left the vicious little bastard though. She did not relax her grip on hilt or bolt. Neither did she advance. "Should this beast get free, though, and try to take me I will not stay my hand." But I will not attack. I will not let...

She nodded, only mildly startled by Leas' sudden reappearance from shadow. She took the offered bolt, fingers sliding over the sharpened iron point. Iron, not steel. She filed away that bit of information for later. If she had known or been allowed to remember the bane of fae-kind, she would...

She nodded to Letta. "I will not draw steel unless I absolutely must," she answered. She wasn't a warrior, after all. That was Leas and Letta's bailiwick. She was a songstress and a storyteller that had simply been through and seen too much. Her mettle was sufficient to still be alive. It was...

Greetings and salutations!

"I am acutely aware of how many different fae there are," she replied with a shudder of disgust. There might have been a thread of dread buried in there somewhere, too. "But this is my first hunt. I will let those who know the work take the lead." Not aligned with the values of Jura. Whatever...

"It would be the first time someone spared my heart anything," she replied to the half-orc with a wry twist to her lips. "Your cursed tincture is not the worst I have witnessed." Not warrior but not a civilian, either. Not some high noble or courtier and yet with many of their mannerisms...

"Your confidence inspires," she said in that reserved tone of hers. She moved gracefully with them, nose wrinkled in distaste. The taint of fae magic was strong in the air, the acrid stench of their kind impossible to miss. It wavered in the air unpredictably as the untrained talent caught it...

She nodded briskly. "A moment, please," she said in that neutral tone of voice she had, so different from when she sang or told a tale. Without waiting for a reply, she turned just as briskly such that her braid struck someone seated behind her and went back to her table and collected her...

She nodded matter-of-factly, if a bit sourly. "Would be better to simply cut his throat and rid the world of another person's troubles," she said in that same measured tone. She bowed at the waist with a flourish, brown hair spilling over her features as she did so. "They called me Alleria, and...

She nodded in response. "It has been a long time since I went... went away," she said with only the slightest hitch. Away. A pretty bird in a golden cage not allowed to even understand her own plight until the gods or goddesses she didn't even believe in had granted her a boon: a way out. "I...

"There is nothing to be gained consorting with Fae," she said briskly in her quiet voice. "The only way to deal with them is to gift them the long sleep." Quiet, and hard as steel. Something fiery burned in her eyes for a moment as they went to another place and another time. Humiliation and...

No food had arrived by the time she had finish her song, and she let her fingers dance lightly along the strings in something a bit more upbeat and light. Eventually, though, she decided that she had waited long enough. She stopped her music and set her instrument down to a general murmur of...

More travelers or, perhaps, adventurers. The expression on her face fit someone who was well traveled enough to know that this little hole way off the beaten path was far from idyllic. The stranger bore the look of how she herself felt on the inside except that the taller woman wore it on her...

She didn't immediately answer the question. When she did, there was the faintest curve to her lips and a mischievous gleam in her eye. "Short steel blades. Leather-wrapped wood handles; you use them to cut people." The tone was deadpan serious and it would have been easy to mistake her for...

Her breath misted in the air as she sat resting on a fallen stone nearly as large as she was. The thin alpine air didn't necessarily agree with her and the cold merely added insult to injury. She was not as in shape as she thought she was. Probably not a surprise, given where she had been. The...