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"Sasha'niel of the Jagd," she said without any hesitation. Also without any eagerness. "Formerly of the Jagd, was I. Their leader not to be, it seems." She chuckled, a low and throaty thing completely out of keeping with her serious mien. "Unworthy, they are. One lone woman could they not kill...

She sneered at the idea of the way Oban operated. "If stop me from having to gut some mindless drone it does, then fine it is." Her hand was not what one would expect of a womans. There were calluses on her palms and her fingers were rough instead of soft. Scars laced her hands as thick as that...

She showed her teeth in that not-smile of hers. "Could have, yes," she said. She did not state that it might have been a suicidal endeavor on his part. She believed in matching effort with effort, after all; those that tried to kill her ended up dead. Mercy was a thing for the weak, after all...

"Fine I am. Broke nothing he did," she said by way of reply. As fights went, this one had been tame. No blood had really been spilled which was probably for the best. She didn't need any further trouble with local peacekeepers. She nodded briskly once at the assertion. "A Talekeeper. Sing and...

She wanted to break his jaw and his nose, and there was the slightest hint of disappointment in her eyes when he yielded so quickly. It would be dishonorable to continue to beat the man after he had given up the fight. An argument could have been made he had tried to kill her, for which she...

She stopped at the first statement and turned to look at the man with. Her gold eyes glittered dangerously. She looked him up and down and turned to face him as he called a weapon into his hand from the stone wall he leaned against. If she was impressed by the casual use of magic, it didn't...

If there was one place in the world where the chained ghosts of her past would never think to look for her, it would have been Oban. Unfortunately, it was a place that was going to increase the number of those lost souls in her wake tenfold and quite quickly at that. She would have asked the...

Something like chagrin flickered across her hard face, there and gone like a summer storm. "True," she replied. "For food and water to here did I come. In the city, no peace or solitude." She might be a warrior and might not be a poet, but she was literate. Not everything the soft-skinned...

Her lips thinned into a line. "Strong we are, if misguided by false gods." There was a hint of anger in her words that was not directed at the stranger across from her. "As dust on the wind are their names. Their words, they paint pretty colors in the air. But empty as the wadi in summer." She...

She did not relax. It was quite clear that she did not ever relax her guard. There might have been a question as to why. Many times, the people of the cities and further abroad could not understand a world where every danger was explicit and ever present. She set her cup own deliberately...

She was keenly aware of the conversation around her. It would appear that this day, drubbing a patron would not result in wider violence. The keeper looked on in indifference despite the fact she had destroyed one of his furnishings. Probably wise, that. The scrape of a chair caused her to...

She smiled, but it was nothing of amusement or kindness. More like baring her teeth. The canines were longer than a human would have and echoed the distant tie to draconic bloodlines somewhere deep in the past. She stood suddenly and precisely, angling her body so that the crown of her head...

Her eyes only shifted at the unexpected words, cutting to the stranger approaching. Unwelcome, unwanted. She did not stop eating with that meticulous manner of hers. "Bought them, I did." she said around a mouthful of pork. Her tone was cool at best. She could smell the scent of alcohol rolling...

She waited in silence with the patience of a hunter. That aura of menace kept anyone from joining her table as effectively as brandishing a weapon would. She found it difficult to be at ease just then. Arms crossed, eyes scanning. There was something in the air today that bespoke trouble. She...

It was a miserable day. Grey light filtered through low clouds pouring out a dreary rain. Water ran through the gutters on the street and out of downspouts and off the eaves of rooves. A chill of the changing season hung in the air like an unwanted visitor. Sasha'niel walked the street with her...