"Master, what is my role?" Tasha asked, unsure what to do, surrounded by men tending to their armor. She felt out of place, dressed like a maid at her Master's insistence. Initially, she thought that perhaps he had wanted to mount her, but the idea seemed too far fetch on a battlefield with Transendenents.
In a soul whisper, Altair spoke, "Mask your presence. Are you familiar with Shadowheart?" —Tasha nodded— "Good, then act as my shadow. You have my ring with you, right? My Devil Sword is still inside. Use it to fell those you deem a danger to me. You can do that, right, my Sword Maid?"
The Lilm bowed, "As you command, my Lord." fading into shadows beneath the sun.
Her absence did not go unnoticed, but no one seemed capable of tracking the demoness.
Ser Ian Vastnar came on him. "Where preparing to leave." he said, "As per your request, we'll head the front lines, acting as the vanguard, though I don't understand why."
