CHEVALIR

Wiping the blood from her sword Cassandra moved back towards the camp. A hurlock alpha had been too much for the normal soldiers so they’d call her for aid when they’d spotted it. The heat of the desert was beating down on them, the bloodstains on her clothes drying even faster than normal. When she got back to camp she would have to scrub the dried blood from her face. “What is it this time?” she questioned not bothering to look at her new companion. There were few she wished to speak with anyway.

She had grown restless at the camp, having wandered off alone. Aveline wasn’t one to miss out on the action; even if Donnic wished she would. She saw the woman named Cassandra kill a hurlock. These days, Aveline didn’t know what to think. she was used to darkspawn; not venentori or demons. Watching as a grunt came after Cassandra from his hiding spot, the guardswoman made no hesitation on finishing him off. “You missed one,Seeker.”