Roen was not amused.
“I am certain that will go over very well when you are brought to trial,†she said wryly.
The look she gave the scaled warrior was a withering glare. Such indifference even when surrounded by dead bodies. He does not show even a single hint of remorse. The paladin narrowed her eyes.
She had come across such a scene before. The unintended jolt of that memory only served to spark a sense of smoldering resentment. The unlikely hope that this was indeed some misunderstanding was threatening to be shattered as soon as it was conceived.
The paladin flicked a glance back to Edda with an exasperated sigh. “So your companion is a murderer.†She paused, leaving the consequences of such actions unsaid. She studied Edda’s face, as if to ascertain the Midlander’s motivation in all this. For all the times they had spoken to each other, Roen still could not say she truly knew Edda. And yet she would have never expected to find the Hyur under these circumstances.
“What is he?†The paladin gestured toward the man. She did not bother to address him again; she had a better chance of getting straight answers from Edda. “Is he Dravanian? And… why are you here? Why were those men killed?â€
Her questions came quickly, like arrows loosed one after another. Where once she had looked upon Edda with warmth and cordiality, now there was an underlying feeling of distrust.
What else do I not know about her?
“I am certain that will go over very well when you are brought to trial,†she said wryly.
The look she gave the scaled warrior was a withering glare. Such indifference even when surrounded by dead bodies. He does not show even a single hint of remorse. The paladin narrowed her eyes.
She had come across such a scene before. The unintended jolt of that memory only served to spark a sense of smoldering resentment. The unlikely hope that this was indeed some misunderstanding was threatening to be shattered as soon as it was conceived.
The paladin flicked a glance back to Edda with an exasperated sigh. “So your companion is a murderer.†She paused, leaving the consequences of such actions unsaid. She studied Edda’s face, as if to ascertain the Midlander’s motivation in all this. For all the times they had spoken to each other, Roen still could not say she truly knew Edda. And yet she would have never expected to find the Hyur under these circumstances.
“What is he?†The paladin gestured toward the man. She did not bother to address him again; she had a better chance of getting straight answers from Edda. “Is he Dravanian? And… why are you here? Why were those men killed?â€
Her questions came quickly, like arrows loosed one after another. Where once she had looked upon Edda with warmth and cordiality, now there was an underlying feeling of distrust.
What else do I not know about her?
