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Etain raised an eyebrow as she listened to Egil react to the poison. Song of my heart? This man was a strange one. Most of the other freelancers she'd met in the past were far more…worldly was a word for it. They hunted for the coin and used whatever means were necessary to take a creature down. Egil seemed to have a very unique set of principles when it came to a hunt. Etain couldn't decide if she found it charmingly naïve or bullheaded. An effective hunter used all the option available to them in order to keep people and themselves safe. They didn't let pride dictate what weapons they used merely to impress others. His earnestness was admirable though even if his ideas seemed a little misguided.
There was no time to focus on his behavior however. They needed a plan and the sooner they started the better. She mulled over their options, her eyes losing focus as she leaned against the nearby table. Waiting in town was safer and gave them a more secure position. Always choose your battleground carefully and use familiar territory whenever possible. Use every advantage available to you. That had been drilled into her from the very beginning of her training. She frowned slightly as an image of the people after the creature's last attack surfaced in her mind. So many dead for no reason. If they waited for the chimera to return more would die, no matter how many precautions they took. She absently pulled down the high collar of her shirt that covered her mouth. It was good during a fight for keeping any hazardous materials out of her lungs, but it made breathing normally more of a challenge. Even if the man inside had some control, he'd shown that he lacked just as much by tearing into homes out in the countryside. There was a chance people would die either way, but her conscious wouldn't accept using the town as bait. Going out into the wilderness would involve far more personal risk, but Etain could stomach personal risk. She'd seen Egil in a fight and she knew her own strength. They would be fine so long as they were careful. She looked back up at Egil as she pushed herself back to her feet, "I say we go to the chimera and challenge it while it's weak. It'll be more effective than waiting around here for days. We need to head back to the tavern and get the rest of our gear."
She headed out of the lab to keep herself from changing her mind and to get rid of the odd feelings that had taken over her mind while sitting there. This was the better plan. Fewer people involved, fewer variables during the fight. Keeping citizens out of the picture would simplify the hunt. She cursed her own foolishness when she reached the outer area where Annabelle was with Mariel sitting in her lap. The little girl seemed much happier now and actually smiled when she noticed Etain. She jumped off her mother's lap and walked over to Etain, "Mama says you're going to help Papa."
Etain knew that lying to a client just to give them peace of mind was a bad practice, but she couldn't bring herself to tell the little girl the truth. She smiled despite the uncertainly she felt, "We'll do what we can."
"You were in the lab, right?" Mariel went on as she stared directly up at Etain, "Did you see my friend?"
"Your friend?" Etain asked, confused for a moment before remembering the earlier experiments that Annabelle had mentioned. Mariel must have thought one was alive. "I'm afraid not."
Mariel frowned, confused by her answer, "But your eyes are sparkly like Mama's."
"That's enough, Mariel," Annabelle called from her chair, her weary smile appearing as the girl turned and went back to her mother, "I'm sorry about that. She can be so inquisitive. She gets it from her father."
Etain nodded, shrugging the odd comment off though it did unsettled her a bit. Her eyes were sparkly? Was that why Egil had looked at her so oddly earlier? Perhaps they were watery from the chemicals in the lab. No doubt Annabelle had gone back to that lab several times since the incident to mourn her husband. She banished the thoughts from her mind. She was taking the ramblings of a child a little too serious.
There was no time to focus on his behavior however. They needed a plan and the sooner they started the better. She mulled over their options, her eyes losing focus as she leaned against the nearby table. Waiting in town was safer and gave them a more secure position. Always choose your battleground carefully and use familiar territory whenever possible. Use every advantage available to you. That had been drilled into her from the very beginning of her training. She frowned slightly as an image of the people after the creature's last attack surfaced in her mind. So many dead for no reason. If they waited for the chimera to return more would die, no matter how many precautions they took. She absently pulled down the high collar of her shirt that covered her mouth. It was good during a fight for keeping any hazardous materials out of her lungs, but it made breathing normally more of a challenge. Even if the man inside had some control, he'd shown that he lacked just as much by tearing into homes out in the countryside. There was a chance people would die either way, but her conscious wouldn't accept using the town as bait. Going out into the wilderness would involve far more personal risk, but Etain could stomach personal risk. She'd seen Egil in a fight and she knew her own strength. They would be fine so long as they were careful. She looked back up at Egil as she pushed herself back to her feet, "I say we go to the chimera and challenge it while it's weak. It'll be more effective than waiting around here for days. We need to head back to the tavern and get the rest of our gear."
She headed out of the lab to keep herself from changing her mind and to get rid of the odd feelings that had taken over her mind while sitting there. This was the better plan. Fewer people involved, fewer variables during the fight. Keeping citizens out of the picture would simplify the hunt. She cursed her own foolishness when she reached the outer area where Annabelle was with Mariel sitting in her lap. The little girl seemed much happier now and actually smiled when she noticed Etain. She jumped off her mother's lap and walked over to Etain, "Mama says you're going to help Papa."
Etain knew that lying to a client just to give them peace of mind was a bad practice, but she couldn't bring herself to tell the little girl the truth. She smiled despite the uncertainly she felt, "We'll do what we can."
"You were in the lab, right?" Mariel went on as she stared directly up at Etain, "Did you see my friend?"
"Your friend?" Etain asked, confused for a moment before remembering the earlier experiments that Annabelle had mentioned. Mariel must have thought one was alive. "I'm afraid not."
Mariel frowned, confused by her answer, "But your eyes are sparkly like Mama's."
"That's enough, Mariel," Annabelle called from her chair, her weary smile appearing as the girl turned and went back to her mother, "I'm sorry about that. She can be so inquisitive. She gets it from her father."
Etain nodded, shrugging the odd comment off though it did unsettled her a bit. Her eyes were sparkly? Was that why Egil had looked at her so oddly earlier? Perhaps they were watery from the chemicals in the lab. No doubt Annabelle had gone back to that lab several times since the incident to mourn her husband. She banished the thoughts from her mind. She was taking the ramblings of a child a little too serious.