Finėwen cleaned her blade and set it back into its hilt as she listened to Lumiel's song. She then rushed to the wounded to see if there was anything she could do. They both seemed well and were walking, so Finėwen sat down next to her horse and rested for a bit.
Those men she killed she began to feel sympathy for. But, she did not regret it. She felt sickened inside at what she had done, yet there was no regret. She would have to get used to those feelings if she wanted to remain living safely in this world. She sighed, pushed the thoughts away and took a sip of water from her flask. She had only a few scratches, and they would heal quickly, but she saw a few of the others were staggering a bit, and hoped they would mend soon also. She took one more sip, and then got up to see what she could do.
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-Ever wonder whats beyond those trees?
-More trees.
'Poor ye. Ye're tied to someone who's been photographed trying to shave their hand... My condolences.'
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