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After months spent in the hot sands of the Silverwastes, then the muggy oppression of Maguuma, Brisban felt almost like paradise. It would have been better if she’d been able to walk under her own power. But the necromancer who’d caught her along the side and back had included a particularly nasty curse on her blade. The Pact insisted she return from the war zone. She could do nothing but oblige.

At least the camp where she was being tended was quiet. There was trouble brewing back in Kryta, she’d heard. Something about the centaurs. She tended to keep her head down and focus on her personal mission, claim orders from higher up from anyone who stopped her. She had the look of a Whispers agent playing at being in the Vigil. It was a convenient ruse and she never said anything to the contrary. 

Pact members called her Suzie or Argent. That told her all she needed to know right there. If they didn’t know her true name, they didn’t need to know her true mission. 

But she’d heard other things, whispers from those she or her father had trusted, about Kryta. She wanted to check them out, find out if the rumors were true. 

For now she was stuck convalescing, which would have been intolerable if not for the herbalist who visited her daily. The woman was red-headed and freckled, but fiery when a patient wouldn’t take their medicine. She had a kindness to her that was hard to see; what her father would have called, “picking up strays.” Her name was Aerie and she was pretty sure she was falling in love with her.

The woman called her Suzie, but maybe that could change. They spent Aerie’s off time together, mostly with her listening to Aerie’s tales, her acerbic sense of humor and dry wit. And sometimes they would kiss, but not with the desperate passion of sating a need, but with laughter between breaths and whispers in the dark. 

Aerie knew war. She knew hardship. If anyone could cope with a life lived on the move, it was her herbalist. She would tell her everything. In the morning, she would tell her.

Into the unknown…. MRNP

Her hands were red and she was angry. So very, very angry. Aerie’s pale skin, beautiful and freckled, was even paler now, nearly translucent. The woman’s hands, chopped off raggedly at the wrists, were in the corner. A wound in her upper abdomen kept her from speaking clearly or for long. 

 Long ago, Suzie’s father had taught her how to deal with their foes. Disable the hands. Cut out the tongue if you can, otherwise fill their chest with blood, make them gasp out their words. Don’t let them cast their spells, summon their demons. 

“You lied to me.” The words Suzie ground out felt like broken glass on her tongue. This woman had cared for her, laid with her, laughed with her. All while secretly being the thing Suzie hated most. 

 “I…didn’t…know,” Aerie gasped, her lips stained red as her blood bubbled back up her throat. “P-please. You don’t have to do this. Please Suzie–” 

“That’s not my name,” she said, each word low and deliberate. “And I won’t be deceived by your lies. You act so sweet, like you want to do good.” In a flash of movement, Suzie was kneeling at Aerie’s side again, knife pressed to her throat. Watching the girl tremble and arch to get away was almost satisfying. “But I know about necromancy. It corrupts even the purest heart.” She shook her head. “This was always how it was going to end. But if you’d been honest about it, I would have made it quick.” 

 “No…” Aerie moaned, but Suzie was already striding around the room, cleaning her hands and blades. She pulled a small device from her pack and wound it, setting it near the fireplace. 

“It shouldn’t take you more than 10 minutes to bleed to death.” She told Aerie. “If you live longer than that, consider the bomb my mercy.” 

Suzie walked out of the small cabin at the top of the hill. Someone would come from the camp at the bottom when the explosion happened, but likely not before. She set out east. 

 Her abdomen ached still. The necromancer’s traitorous magic had not left her fully recovered. She couldn’t return to Maguuma, where the easiest hunting lay, at least not yet. And if she could find the group who shared her views in Kryta, the people her father had told her were trustworthy, then that would be enough. 

There was another ache, this one in her heart. Betrayal. It would be hard to get over.