Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180406024342

Tirush finally gives up. She can smell nothing but mud and blood and rot, and it begins to creep into her psyche, her hah'drhiim, the edge a warrior composes to stay above the horrors of the battlefield. It got the better of her in the village, but she was past it now, and would have to temper her thoughts to see the task that was before them through.

She instead stands upright and makes her way back inside, close to Jorge and Prad. Coming to a stop, she pauses before speaking.

"I can smell no one here that would live." Her voice is even and her face stoic, but it's evident she doesn't cherish the conversation. "My c'tanh is not right here. I find only death, death everywhere."

She pauses again before looking over to Jorge. "We...will find your little one, ken'dhov. We will find her alive, I know this." It seems more as if she's reassuring herself rather than Jorge.