Annalise of Crestwood
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Annalise didn't trust this creature. Moreoever, as she continued to weather the insult laden explanation, the details made the matter worse, not better. A prophecy, a sacred relic, and what was this about a Red Moth? She narrowed her eyes as the others seemed to take leave of their senses. The woman - E-something or other - took to the animal, cooing like a babe. To Keermiash's credit, this Zuzu was appropriately adorable. Just the right kind to put someone at ease. While E cooed at it, and the large woman jumped like an unbound spring to the grumpy creature's beck and call, Annalise took stock of the situation.
It was all so odd. A bunch of strangers teleported to a random mountain, yelled at by a grumpy old woman, insulted and then asked to help? She crossed her arms, the first visible sign of displeasure the huntress exhibited. "You aren't. The sword at my hip isn't for show." Anna told Unum. She was already making assessments, judging who would be good in a fight, or alternatively, those that would break right down the middle. Granted, she didn't know any of them. Perhaps that should be rectified.
The others asked all the questions she could think of as well. Anna preferred it that way, perhaps a byproduct of her youth in Crestwood. Attention usually meant pain, or worse. She learned pretty quick that the easiest life was one as a ghost, rarely seen or heard. The offered bottle was taken without comment. In fact, the majority of the dealings so far were without a peep from the huntress.
Then again, as Annalise considered the spiel given from the hooded creature, the needling, derisive tone stoked something in her. She leveled a glance at her, meeting two of it's six eyes. "Involuntarily teleported to a mountain, insulted, and then ordered to assist with something we've no knowledge of." She shook her head. "You've the oddest way of asking for help I've ever seen." She rubbed at the bridge of her nose.
Anna could try and walk off. Really, she should. None of this had a thing to do with her. Except, and this thought resonated with her as she stared into the mist around the mountain, the huntress had no clue where they were. Most likely, her only way out would be to do Keermiash's bidding. She bit back a long, suffering sigh. There was nothing for it, in the end.
"In my experience 'no fighting' doesn't mean shit when plans go awry. Especially with this Red Moth you mentioned. People that go the effort of spying?" Anna's mouth thinned. "Rarely do they intend on sitting down and having a nice chat over tea and scones." She withdrew her sword, bringing it up to inspect for any damage from her involuntary tumble. "So it might help to know what each of us brings to the table." Seemed fine, maybe a scratch or two. Anna put it away, steel sheathed with a shnk! that pierced the air. "Me? I hunt Monsters."
She blinked as realization slid unwelcome across her face. "...this has something to do with that dream, doesn't it? The one where everything goes to shit?" Anna cursed, then took a step forward to join the chain with everyone else.
It was all so odd. A bunch of strangers teleported to a random mountain, yelled at by a grumpy old woman, insulted and then asked to help? She crossed her arms, the first visible sign of displeasure the huntress exhibited. "You aren't. The sword at my hip isn't for show." Anna told Unum. She was already making assessments, judging who would be good in a fight, or alternatively, those that would break right down the middle. Granted, she didn't know any of them. Perhaps that should be rectified.
The others asked all the questions she could think of as well. Anna preferred it that way, perhaps a byproduct of her youth in Crestwood. Attention usually meant pain, or worse. She learned pretty quick that the easiest life was one as a ghost, rarely seen or heard. The offered bottle was taken without comment. In fact, the majority of the dealings so far were without a peep from the huntress.
Then again, as Annalise considered the spiel given from the hooded creature, the needling, derisive tone stoked something in her. She leveled a glance at her, meeting two of it's six eyes. "Involuntarily teleported to a mountain, insulted, and then ordered to assist with something we've no knowledge of." She shook her head. "You've the oddest way of asking for help I've ever seen." She rubbed at the bridge of her nose.
Anna could try and walk off. Really, she should. None of this had a thing to do with her. Except, and this thought resonated with her as she stared into the mist around the mountain, the huntress had no clue where they were. Most likely, her only way out would be to do Keermiash's bidding. She bit back a long, suffering sigh. There was nothing for it, in the end.
"In my experience 'no fighting' doesn't mean shit when plans go awry. Especially with this Red Moth you mentioned. People that go the effort of spying?" Anna's mouth thinned. "Rarely do they intend on sitting down and having a nice chat over tea and scones." She withdrew her sword, bringing it up to inspect for any damage from her involuntary tumble. "So it might help to know what each of us brings to the table." Seemed fine, maybe a scratch or two. Anna put it away, steel sheathed with a shnk! that pierced the air. "Me? I hunt Monsters."
She blinked as realization slid unwelcome across her face. "...this has something to do with that dream, doesn't it? The one where everything goes to shit?" Anna cursed, then took a step forward to join the chain with everyone else.
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