⟬ Port Town Jad, Restful Hen Inn, some time later... ⟭
Tycondrius was tempted to kill them all.
Doing so would alleviate his mood.
...But wanton murder tended to have bothersome consequences.
The current-him... had great *difficulty* recognizing those consequences.
--which was a convincing reason to avoid making a rash decision.
The woman's name was Neerin Neelia.
⟬ Neerin Neelia, Sky-Rank Blue Dragon. Heavenly Strategist. ⟭
She was wearing a respectable set of enchanted battle regalia, comprising hundreds of mithril scales. Her posture was impeccable and her short, light brown hair was tied into a neat ponytail, as per general military regulations.
Tycon found no fault in her professional mien... nor in her bearing or in the nature of her commands.
She carried a curved blade on her side-- a sword type he was deeply familiar with. The fact should have been a means to identify with her.
