Trista Anerwyn
Trista found herself looking back toward the city. Noise permeated the air again, this time several notches more powerful than the last. She stared unblinkingly as the town crumbled, a calm stillness in her eyes as she watched. She did not have many fond memories of that place and felt nothing for those who had remained, unable or unwilling to flee. Though it was not a common sight, the spectacle was not enough to keep her interest. Even with the Monolith’s last, most resounding note, all she could gather was that her initial fear had completely escaped from her system. What spark of humanity that had entered her mind vanished and she made no note of it, simply turning her head away. Things were as they should be.
Agnes rubbed her fingers together and squinted, touching her ear again. A shiver tingled her body and the words to describe the feeling seemed out of her reach. She only grinned slightly to herself, wiping the blood from her hands. “Now look what that stupid worm’s gone and done. Here’s to hoping this doesn’t mean my brain’s leaking out from my ears, because the last one I came across didn’t let people off so easily.”
“A Monolith?” Trista asked, her gaze shifting to the enforcer.
“At least that’s what I think it was, couldn’t say for sure myself,” she shrugged. “It was all just pure speculation at that point. For all I know, we could’ve been wasted on Vynard mead and threw each around imagining the whole thing, but the image of an enormous glowing face with wings and an array of floating stones surrounding it doesn’t wash away so easily, especially not with more alcohol. On another note, I don’t think I’ll be missing this place very much. This place is too damn hot and it’s hard to find any good food around at a reasonable price. And what the hell happened to you anyway? You look like you tried to force yourself through barbed wire.”
Trista had stopped listening halfway, inspecting the badge she had plucked from her armor, turning it over to the back. Were it not for the inscribed runes that helped her stay in one piece as a Deadman, she would’ve gladly tossed it as far as her strength would permit. Instead, she pocketed it for safe keeping. No need to cause trouble by wandering around an unfamiliar place and letting everyone know that she was essentially a walking corpse. Some people could be very edgy.