Haunted Wood thousand voices dead at my feet

want to have a spar in a separate thread? :)

she accepts his answer with a "hm," though her mind returns to the pure and steadfast confidence that seemed to emanate from the man, and can not help but wonder what would happen when the two clash. 

"alright," she agrees, brightening somewhat. she's tempted to leave off her patrol now, but doesn't want to slack in her (somewhat self-imposed) duties, now that Valour remains a threat. "it's not much longer." 

"Vengeance has been teaching me sometimes, Serem too. they fight so differently - how will I know what my fighting style is? is one style the best?" it's not especially well-articulated, though it's a thought that's been nagging at her.