Snippet #1194983

Something caught Valetea's eye. Dragons. Two of them, circling in the sky, until finaly separating and heading back to the earth.
What was that? Sorcery...a Shaman? Necromancer? She wasn't sure. Valetea detested Magic-users. It was nothing personal to them, she just thought their way of fighting was...well, dirty. They didn't have to be up close to their target to kill them, so their target didn't have time to react. She thought it an unfair fight. Her hand tightened around the handle of her knife. As an Assasin, she had to get right up to her target in order to kill them. She was a master of the Silent Killing Technique, and her name, the 'Shade', was known all across Dairell. She was a freelance Assasin, working for those who paid her. However, she would not just walk by someone who was in need of help. She was not that cold. Especially young children. Valetea kept walking. She didn't want to get caught out in the woods after dark, when the troops of Galleons would be prowling around. They had strong control in this area of Dairell. Valetea sought to change that.