Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180407005544

"Strength is all I am. Death alone can take it, and none other." Tirush's stoicism gives way to a little humor, before disappearing again beneath her draconic mask. "I only..."

She looks around, as if searching. "Forgive, but I do not know the words...I only...see nothing here. This land has such a cold, such a hate here.  I have seen war, and I have killed many.  Ended were those who came to kill me, and I have done things with no mercy, yet it still brings me to weep.  A war needs a passion, and to fight is to defend what you love.  But this..."

She looks and gesture vaguely to the blood-soaked ruin that is the inside of the keep. "...This is...taking. Feeding, not to feed, or to hunt, but to kill because one has the power to kill.  It is a terrible thing.  A terrible thing.  But it cannot be changed, for it is not our place here. "

She ends with a conciliatory note, as if she is done on the subject. She leans slightly and peers past Jorge, watching Prad shuffle off.

She gives a grim expression, her voice dropping. "This one is a strange one. He seems always to be affright, as if I would harm him.  He speaks many words, and yet they mean nothing.  I wonder, what does he here?"