Role

Chapter 7

As she moved about the sleeping travelers, running her fingers along various
things of theirs, she found the old memories coming back to her of her time
with the Crescent Shadows and Issandril. She liked to think he would be proud
of how far she had come since those days, but she could not help but miss
them. These travelers had nothing she wished,, she knew that. But it allowed
her a brief chance to recapture a fleeting moment of the past.

She walked over to a nearby tree and leaned against it, looking at the fading
moon yielding to the sun's light. It was peaceful, and she planned to depart
before they would awaken. They would never know of her subtle influences on
them, and just assume they had drifted to sleep. Issandril would have been
proud indeed.

Peace it seemed was as fleeting as her memories though, as the sound of a
person approaching caused her to glance to her left. The beard was long and
gray. The armors and helmet were dented and nicked, but fairly well
maintained and adorned a rather proud looking dwarf. Though his cheeks began
to redden as he saw the group of people sleeping there. "Wat in da ells ya
all be still sleepin fer?!" His face was becoming filled with rage at the
lack of response from any of them, but he had no way to know she had put them
At least for a second, until he looked at her and his eyes began to
burn with fury. "Your doin was it?" His hands went to his large axe strapped
to his back as he began to charge at her.

Lasentia looked at the enraged dwarf charging at her for a moment and braced
her right foot against the trunk of the tree. As the hammer came out and
swung in an arc she pushed off and launched herself in a jumping twist over
the dwarf, who ended up smashing his hammer into the tree with a resounding
crack as the wood splintered. She drew her sword and placed the tip of it
against the dwarf's neck as he struggled to free his axe form the tree. The
dwarf's swearing at his luck for not having a proper dwarven axe was rather
humorous, and she almost hated to interrupt it, but he needed to be calmed
and this one did not seem one for words. Feeling the prick of the blade
seemed to get his attention though. "Well den elf, git on wit it fer I free
me axe and plant it in yer arse."

Lasentia chuckled as she responded, not being able to restrain herself.
"Before I do might I ask why dwarves do go on so much about placing things in
the arses of others?" At that question the dwarf seemed to take offense
however, and a rather large metal covered gauntlet swung back at her. Maybe
an agile person would have landed the strike, but this dwarf was far from it
and she twirled away from it in a step, before taking another back and
placing the blade against the dwarf's throat. But this dwarf seemed to be
smiling now.