Her tobacco smoke stagnated in the tent. Claudia was still waiting for the first wounded as she heard the uproar. When she saw who entered first she was surprised and said with a bit of sarcasm.
"I thought I was to never see you come by yourself."
The peaceful flowing smoke that thickened the air around Oswald shook with his low growl. He couldn't stop the transformation because he was too stressed and with Claudia adding salt to the injury, he had to hasten the drop-off.
"Madam Rusca." His deep voice echoed.
Claudia's smile vanished when she heard her family name, the sole trace she had left of it was written at the end of her only belonging, her bible. Never in six years had she heard nor said it.
"I said you wouldn't have to expect me in this place only because I don't need help to mend my wounds. Still Tom, the one I just brought, is part of our agreement."
