05-04-2014, 11:26 PM
What an unexpected answer. Chrissie considered it, rolled the word around in her thoughts as she leaned back to consider the other woman. The size of the sword alone spoke of considerable strength, or of magic imbued either within to blade, or as a talent possessed by the wielder. "Are you one of Death's servants then?" There were some who called themselves Lord Death's followers, the ones who became warriors and poison makers. They said they could see a person's death, and helped the souls cross the veil, and into the life after death.
Chrissie didn't know what she thought of all that. Half her mind was on the woman, and the other strayed to wonder about Virsat. He had been so fearful. The small seed of friendship had felt like it had been burned and charred beyond repair. His fleeing like that, it had hurt. She couldn't afford to feel that. She needed to think. The mysterious friend, he was the one that was dangerous. There had to be a solution to the puzzle Virsat's friendship with her posed!
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