Wren tosses her arm free, rounding on him in an instant.
The sword’s out again, and this time, a long parrying dagger leaps into her other hand. A poor time to have foregone her shield, poorer still to have shirked full plate. Templar armor calls undue attention in these hills, but what mail she has now won’t stand up to a concentrated assault.
Wren's stance tenses, shoulders arc up like a cat’s — but she doesn’t move to strike just yet. There are too many questions unanswered, even as she strains his words for meaning.
Holy mission, unkindled ash. Whatever manner of spirit this is, she can only guess it’s imprinted on the Chant.
"Your name," She demands. "Or on my honour as a Templar I will see you from this world."
What honour? It's only talk, cannot be allowed to come to that, she knows. One way or another, this — thing — must be returned to the Inquisition’s researches. The necromancers will want it. How in all the void has a possessed corpse gained a shard?
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Wren tosses her arm free, rounding on him in an instant.
The sword’s out again, and this time, a long parrying dagger leaps into her other hand. A poor time to have foregone her shield, poorer still to have shirked full plate. Templar armor calls undue attention in these hills, but what mail she has now won’t stand up to a concentrated assault.
Wren's stance tenses, shoulders arc up like a cat’s — but she doesn’t move to strike just yet. There are too many questions unanswered, even as she strains his words for meaning.
Holy mission, unkindled ash. Whatever manner of spirit this is, she can only guess it’s imprinted on the Chant.
"Your name," She demands. "Or on my honour as a Templar I will see you from this world."
What honour? It's only talk, cannot be allowed to come to that, she knows. One way or another, this — thing — must be returned to the Inquisition’s researches. The necromancers will want it. How in all the void has a possessed corpse gained a shard?