Snippet #1340061

Kyria shakes her head at Xiamara, then replies to Talon. "Nothing, really. The usual mischief. Been spending some time with Scarlet. You?" Then she noticed the bite on his hand. Slowly, she reaches over, and pulls his hand closer, so she can examine it. "What happened? Xiamara do this?"

At the monks outburst, she dropped Talons hand, and stood up straight, pinpointing, and recognizing, the monk in question. Not able to help herself, she says, "'Your kind'? I thought monks were supposed to be non-judgemental or something." She stepped towards Scarlet, Simi right next to her. "Just in case any of you get any crazy notions here, let me explain something to you. Scarlet is NOTHING like Nekkrutal. Lich, yes. Fiend? How can you enter the Vale, see the acceptance," she indicates herself and Talon, and the demons, "of us so called 'abominations' by even the mages and paladins here, and think she is anything like Nekkrutal? There is a peace here in the Vale that seems to be lacking in the rest of the world. While we may be different from you in appearance, or choice of magics, our cause is the same. We, the 'fooled townspeople' will follow Scarlet to the ends of the world, not because we are fooled by her. But because we trust her. End of story." She looked directly at the angry monk. "You come into our town, insult US with no thought of character, just sight, and you say 'our kind' has treated you unfairly? I think just the fact that you insulted my demon and I did nothing but accept your presence in the Vale without anger should prove how fair we are, here."

She was lumping herself and Talon in with Scarlet in regards to the 'your kind' remark because, while they were not lich, they were also frowned upon and feared in general by most people. Her rant ended, she stepped back against the stage next to Talon.