| "The apple.." Rashelle sighed as her mind went back to that night when the order had come down, the raid on the Poison Apple. The barkeep had been one of the few friends she'd made since coming to town, and the council had ordered him and most of his staff rounded up.
Rashelle had been there that night relaxing, and had almost drawn steel defending him against the guards sent to do the council's dirty work. If Davyth hadn't been there to stop her, she'd probly be sitting right beside the poor man in jail.
"A suitable start point for a journey like this, I suppose." She looked back to him, her mind returning to the present "It will be a pleasure and an honour, Sir. Wether my path lies in glorious battle or protecting a messenger, I will do all I can to help stop the madness of the Inquisitor."
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