Blackfoot Forest The foes of the righteous will be damned

The grizzled woman who appeared was emotionless, a practiced air of nonchalance shrouding her. Liri didn't believe it for a second, you don't approach a snarling stranger in the hopes of making friends. Particularly when the said stranger was out to kill your protector.

Liri laughed incredulously. "You are not my friend." The words were spat at Kierkegaard's bodyguard with hostility, acid coating them. "You are Kierkegaard's shield and nothing more." The arctic leveled her with a glare, daring her to refute it.