“You have got to be mad,” hisses Kirra, “Dæmon?! A Dæmon! We’re hundreds of miles away from anything we’ve known and you want to work with a Dæmon?!” The dark lady storms about the room all the while trying to staunch a fresh wound, the day was not starting out to be a good one. Then again when ever is a life simple for those that are labeled as traitor…mercenary…bloodsword…

I continue to let Kirra rant and rave, this was not my fault as I’ve been telling her we’ve gotten a bit lazy from the winter. I sigh as she knocks over the nightstand cursing all the while. “Kirra,” I say, “Kir…ra.” She ignores me. I roll my eyes and start cleaning my blades.

“And another thing,” yells Kirra, “Ask me before you start with your harebrained ideas.” I start to open my mouth. “No shut your mouth and help me stop this bleeding, that goblin or whatever had a silver blade or something. I don’t want to hear anything.” I raise an eyebrow and point to a chair. I figure it would be better to keep my mouth shut this time around, but I can’t help but wonder who knows after these past years has gotten away alive from us to know to send their lackeys armed with blessed silver…