Black Card | Priscilla and Tristepin in Depths pt. 2 |
Her knives were already dirty by this point. To be honest, she’d long since expected something like to happen. Not because of any proof, but just because of the life she’d lead up until now. To her, the shamblers were nothing by weak, juvenile Yoma, and she was more than happy to take them down. Until this point, she’d been spared the sight of the ones that would remind her of home or the specters.
Well, that was until now.
Some familiar red hair caught her eyes and she let out a sound of relief. Tristpin was here, and he was a strong warrior. Not like the ones in her home, but almost as good in her eyes. Surely he would help. These knives of hers were not designed for combat, after all.
“Oh, Mister Trist! Thank goodness you’re here! I hate to say it, but I could use the help!”
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