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"Figure you could live the life of a spoiled soldier a bit longer if you hung back with our middling forces?" It probably wasn't the wisest thing to do in front of a superior officer or anything, but Talae rolled her eyes and went for sarcasm. "Oh yes, there is nothing I enjoy quite so much as not doing the job I signed on for." Sure, breaks were nice, but she didn't like the idea of spending much more time here than she had to. Perhaps unknowingly, Kisikoni managed to hit precisely on the reason why.

"We... we.. be the same- if the Dragons invaded us a-a-and took o'er our lands." Slurred as it was, it was still the damn truth, and she knew it personally. Maybe that was why she was anxious to leave: she knew exactly what she would be doing right now, what she would have done had she not had her sister to consider. Angry enough to be reckless, young enough to be stupid, and just barely skilled enough even then that she might have actually seen the object of her hate before she was completely incinerated. Logic didn't really factor into vengeance, and she knew it well.

Talae stiffened and swung round at the sign of footsteps behind her, one hand reaching behind her for the hilt of her sword even as she felt a weight on her opposite shoulder. "Whoopsie. Sorry 'bout tha, partner." It was Kisikoni, apparently unsteady enough that he needed some help righting himself. The odd inflection, she put down to intoxication, but she shook her head all the same.

"Don't worry about it," she replied lightly, even as Wrath started up a spellsong. The effect was instantaneous- it killed the small buzz she had going and thrust her fully back into the cold realm of sobriety. Ah well. Probably better that way, given the situation. She was a bit confused as to why the man was using spellsong at all, though. Didn't he fight with blades now? And extremely well at that. It was something that had initially confused her, actually; she'd picked up a new weapon also, but his proficiency had seemed almost... automatic. Maybe he'd always known how to use them and had simply chosen not to. That made the most sense of anything, perhaps.

Most of the people here looked like civilians, but the fact that one of them wore the robes of a Child was disheartening at best. There was only one outcome when Children of the Ashes showed up: death. Whose it was changed around, but never that underlying fact. This one's robes were a little different, or maybe what was beneath them was, she couldn't say for sure. That bothered her, too; her eyes were pretty good, but she couldn't make out a single detail beneath the figure's cowl.

Slowly, as though unwilling to break the odd stalemate of motion that had settled over them, Talae drew the hand-and-a-half blade from its place on her back. It would seem Kisikoni was opting for a barehanded stance of some variety she'd never seen, and her nerve endings were alive with the effect of Wrath's magic. She was lucky she was patient.