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Tarel had been travelling for days now and longed for a good bed and some properly cooked food, but she had known for a while that it would have to wait. The silence that surrounded the lands told no tales of victory. It was actually good news for her since it meant there would most likely be a job to collect, but chances are they couln’t pay her very much. She pulled of her hood, hoping her elven heritage in this situation would make sure that the guards didn’t mistake her for an enemy in the dark. As she walked into the camp she got a few uneasy glares from the guards but to her relief nobody seemed to be interesting in calling her out. She could smell the stench of blood in the air and the lack of light and sound only added to the eerie aura this camp seemed to emnit. As she moved through the dark camp with a few glittering lights here and there it painted a picture in her mind of what the underworld must look like. Only with more fog, and dead people. She shook her head with an amused smile My thoughts seem to be amusingly dramatic tonight. Perhaps the war is starting to get the better of me. I really ought to find something more interesting to do then look at dead people. How long has it been since you have given yourself time to study?

Her stream of thoughts where interrupted by a loud cracking sound followed by a group of soldiers fleeing past her. She looked at the disappearing men and wondered shortly if the camp was being attacked but she doubted it. Surely they would raise alarm instead of this cowardly behaviour. She turned around to look at the direction they came from, apparently a fireplace nearby, judging from the flickering of light. There where several of them around the camp,but she had yet to see someone who looked like they where more then mere footmen. She considered it briefly before moving past a few tents, rounding the last corner to the fireplace.

The sight of the enormous man with the bloodied hands towering over a whimpering, bloody little man surprised her and she raised an eyebrow. It didn’t help the fact that the man seemed to have no vision at all, his eyes covered by a metal helmet. She almost laughed at the obscure sight but managed to hold down a chuckle. Well perhaps this mess will attract someone of higher rank I can talk to. Or perhaps he is and that’s why he’s getting away with it? No.. Perhaps the soldier had committed a crime and was punished for it? But surely the others wouldn’t run if it was a punishment. Lost in thoughts and uncertain what to do next, she stared at the scene in front of her, waiting to see what he was planning on doing next had something to do with more fighting. She did not want to piss off the man double her size.