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She looked over her shoulder in the growing darkness. The Falwood. Surprisingly, she’d never been. She wasn’t about to admit that, though. Her boot shifted as one of the chickens tried pecking at it. “For what it’s worth. If you ever wish to return. I’ll help you where I can.” She was no...

She gladly took his hand. She didn’t feel like she needed to prove herself to anyone. And her position made most pride she had die real quick. Most of it. She sat with her back against one side of the cart, carefully avoiding the chicken droppings among the scattered straw and feed that...

A shake of her head with a crooked smile. "I believe it. One of the rangers that survived in my unit, Keeley, has a way with animals." She was also full-elf. "Made it look easy and she was always so...gentle with them." Monty wasn't a very gentle person. Perhaps that's why she'd been...

Her shoulders shrugged. Fingers itched at her sides. She wanted to light up another spice stick. But she refrained. She needed a clear head right now. "Walking never bothered me." She'd walked miled being in the service of the Allirian Rangers. And even more miles on horseback. But she'd...

“Horses,” she said quietly, golden eyes sweeping across the small square of the village. Feet turned toward the stables. They’d cover more ground that way. And she’d lost hers in the fight against Gerra’s army. She paused and looked at him. “Unless…you have your own and wouldnt mind riding...

“It’s funny because I would equally deter you. But,” she took a breath. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t grateful to have your company.” Monty had stared Aivrind in the eyes and lived. Spoke to the dragon and lived. Perhaps it was fate. Or that fire couldn’t hurt her. Or sheer dumb luck. She...

Was she wise? She didn't need another death on her hands. Maybe if she'd really been wise she'd tell this elf to run as fast and wide away from her as he could get. Tell him his noble quest wasn't worth the risk he was taking on her. That frown continued to tug her lips downward. Warm...

Monty didn't hesitate to dig in. She seemed to always be hungry and must've been her line of work. Always moving. Constantly pushing the boundaries of physical exertion. Her men had often joked she was a bottomless pit. Just thinking about Kriften made her frown. "Shining Light. Sounds...

She frowned. Vel Anir was not something she liked to talk about. She'd heard rumors of how half-elves were employed. More like slave labor for the great, war nation. She'd been lucky enough not to be born anywhere near there. Near here. She'd been lucky enough that she'd had the freedom to...

She ordered them each a plate of flatcakes and some eggs. The barmaid scurried off with their order to the back. Monty propped both her elbows up on the table and clutched her coffee, nursing it as if it was a devil she was making a bargain with to keep her soul going. "You don't need to...

Monty had no problems sleeping. Especially after what she'd been through the last fortnight. And having to hoof it on-foot in the rain the last few days. Took her a bit longer than usual to rouse when the later morning light finally filtered through her small window. Questioning her life...

She couldn't help the curl of her lips upward. She almost wanted to pinch herself over his words. She didn't think folk like him existed in the land anymore. Fingers came up to scratch at the old scar on her right cheek. Then a puff of smoke to match his own. "I'm not one to turn down free...

A low chuckle left her occupied lips. A raise of rusty brows. "Don't usually meet many elves that would so readily offer their aid. Let alone to me." Pulling the clove stick from her mouth, she took her own sip of tea. It was bitter but not overwhelmingly so. She liked things bitter. A...

Middle finger and thumb snapped together and a small flame appeared in the palm of her hand. She brought the clove-stick closer until the end glowed with embers. Taking a long drag, she released a perfect smoked-circle toward the elf. "Tis strange, isn't it?" Orange-eyes considered him for a...

"Sure," pal. She eyed the bartender as closely as he eyed her. "Like the elf. If you've got a room I'll take it too." Digging in her pocket she took out some Allirian coin and slid it across the bartop. With wet clothes sticking to skin, she managed to peel of her soaking cloak and hung it...