[color=a0410d][h1][center] Azir[/center][/h1][/color]

Her questions were not answered, which angered her quite a lot. It filled her with something she hadn’t felt in a long time. She couldn’t put her finger on it, though. Was it fear that she was feeling in this person’s presence. Listening to their words, she didn’t know where Sulfery was or who this Ael-Gol was. But she felt the so-called Warden would not answer her questions. She had lived in the deep forest of the Westerlands for most of her life. So, she didn’t know much about outside of the land. It was tasking her to take down a god. She wasn’t sure how she would qualify for killing a so-called god. Why would the king want her, of all people, for this task? Perhaps it was because she was a prisoner, so it wouldn’t matter if she lived or died.  The feeling of unease continued as Azir watched the Warden’s movement. Her eyes were closed, but she still felt the Warden's eyes looking at her. She could feel the hair on the back of her neck standing up.  The first couple of objectives seemed at least obtainable. However, again, she wasn’t sure killing this so-called god would be possible. 

She didn’t like the person, who she thought was not impressive if this was Ael-Gol. But this thought was stopped when she felt like she was staring into those eyes. “[b][color=a0410d]No…[/color][/b]” Muttering to herself while shutting her eyes tightly.  This feeling of terror was something she hadn’t felt in a very long time. 

Opening her mouth to speak and finally address the Warden. “[b][color=a0410d]Me am not sure me could kill god. But me think me cannot say no to this deal. So me  accept deal. Puny god is gonna die[/color][/b].” She said with a smile on her face. She didn't want to be couped up, wherever here was. Her smile seemed to fade as the room started to come toppling above her.  Opening her eyes, she noticed that she luckily wasn’t dead. And was alive, surrounded by something that amazed her. It was a field surrounded by forest with the sun just about to set. It reminded her of her home, which she had missed greatly.  A part of her wondered what would happen if she ran off—feeling that sense of dread again if she had to meet the “Warden” again if she did run away. 

Looking at the others that seemed to be chosen by the Warden. Most of them didn’t seem to impress Azir.  She assumed any of them couldn’t hold their own in a fight. Shrugging her shoulders at Brorin’s question. “[color=a0410d]Me no know.[/color]” Azir backed away when she saw Ricon’s flaming sword.She couldn't admit it but she was deeply afraid of fire. “[b][color=a0410d]Little man can lead us to our destination. He knows area well.[/color][/b]” She said pointing towards Ricon. She noticed she had her club along with a flask of liquor she made herself.  Slinging the club onto her shoulder while shoving her flask down her deep cleavage. Starring to follow Ricon.


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