A corpse seems to stand straight, leading with its groans and clumsy gestures. There are not many, Only half a dozen ahead.
Tiary's resolve is being tested…
She faints then she dashes forward and swings her mace around. With that great momentum, the leader's skull was crushed. The other members spring into action to assist her.
"HA HA HA HA HA HA" - Tiary swings her second blow to another - "Skulls to be battered and the sounds are lullaby to me."
[Do we even need to help?] - the three stops
The enemies are dead, corpses are battered and yet Tiary tries to heal the last survivor. Since it is undead, it is just killing it in mercy rather than extending her joy.
"Come on! Play with me now! I want more! More! More!" - She shakes the corpse.
"Tiary! Snap out of it!" - Darvic looks worried
"Of course, I am not gonna stay here. When you see me again, don't need to worry about me. Afterall, I am not Tiary whom you know" - The twisted maniac smiles
Then she snaps out and then realizes. Her hands and her robes are covered in blood.
"What did I do? You guys are unhurt, that means…" - Tiary pauses
"It is alright, you did not harm us but rather…" - Mawra writes in a paper
"Yeah, she is right… "- Darvic looks at Polwil
"She did not tell us her name and also she is totally opposite of you" - Polwil crosses his arms
"I cannot control it. The memory is blurry" - Tiary splashes the blood out of her mace.
[Let's head home and report everything but this] - the three looks worried
Tiary uses cleanse to clean up her clothing and her body. The four walk back to the town. They go to the guild, submit the loot for valuation, reports and the map.
At the tavern
"Tell me, have you ever seen that girl?" - Mawra glares.
"I don't remember well. I think there were times that she protected me. Like a lot, I wandered into the woods for some herbs or berries. She just took over me and likely helped me ambush those stranding wolves, distract them and importantly, when given the opportunity, she would mercilessly murdered creatures like nothing. I had to clean up the blood by using cleanse." - Tiary gulps her beer.
"What is her name then?" - Polwil bites some rosemary.
"Her name? She never has one to begin with but rather, she chose the name Tiary." - Tiary looks down
"Is this the real reason why you never want to fight in the first place rather than that shabby reason?" - Mawra flips her book
"Y…e…s" - Tiary glooms
"On the bright side, we know that she would never hurt us or irrationally hurt people indiscriminately" - Polwil spits out the fiber to his empty bowl
The next morning, they go out to buy a new staff and books for Mawra. Polwil gets a pouch on his belt, Darvic gets a small round shield and a short sword on his waist, Mawra gets a sound magic book and Tiary gets new braces for her wrists.
On the way that they return to the guild for another quest, they stumble upon a small fight.