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“Do not be so foolish Thorin Balderson.” Astra stated with a slight smile as she still sat sipping her wine, while others got up to follow the Thunder Beast Slayer. “You think this Beast you seek is a run of the mill evil creature that you can simply slay with that hammer of yours?”

What the old man had said . . . it all sounded so terribly like the beginnings of her fathers stories of when the dark demons and monster began appearing on the Lands of Lore all those many millennia's ago. She did not care for the Thunder Beast Slayer . . . Yet, she did not wish to see him die either . . . Strange that.

“Why risk your life for these people?” Astra now said to the whole group “It wasn't long ago that these very folk had the Nephilim out there ready to burn on faggots.”

It appeared as if Mercutio, a sadistic curve to his lips, agreed with her wholeheartedly even though he had opposed her outside. Astra made a mental note never to trust that Drow. However, she guessed, he would be entertaining no doubt.

“Give me one good reason why I should help these pitiable Villagers?” Astra expectantly asked turning to Thorin with a raised brow and a pout “And because it's the right, good and noble thing to do is not reason enough in my book, Thunder Beast Slayer.” She added with a smile.