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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 4097115" data-attributes="member: 4441">Pierce clanks downstairs a pace behind Sindr, somewhat subdued.  Her suggestions that she might be able to inquire about the Blood War mercenaries connected with the Black Dogs had come to naught, for no one had heeded her, and her subtle inquiries as to whether or not she'd even be needed beyond this morning was still unanswered.  Sindr hadn't indicated if he found her protection welcome or not, indeed if she was even helping at all.Clearly the priest Heinrich was an able fighter, and since the tiny gnome and recently-arrived songster had managed to subdue the dangerous reave and clever imp alone while her own spikes had remained so embarrassingly unbloodied, she was feeling superfluous.  She knew little of the primes or their troubles with the mask, and while they were clearly in some danger, they had managed to amass their own protection and plan without listening to any imput of hers.  It was supposed to be the mark of a good bodyguard to be able to remain suitably invisible, so the employer wouldn't feel constrained in her presence, but Pierce felt she had managed to accomplish exactly nothing.  She hadn't been able to protect Sindr, nor strike a single blow against any of his enemies.Her heart sank when she realized she had failed again.  Never called to fight with her clan, not in a hundred hundred of battles, set again and again to sharpen her skills against lemures or participating in mop-up battles, she had gone to Sigil to try to gain a scrap of honor by protecting someone with less martial skill and more wealth.  Yet her employer had struck a more bitter blow against his attackers than she had.No, they did not need her...As Sindr was eating, she tapped on his shoulder to speak with him in a low voice."Sindr, it seems you have things well in hand, with a fine company of strong friends and your own personal magic to protect you.  I would offer again my own familiarity with the fighters of the Blood War to wrest information from the Black Dogs, or perhaps my own expertise in Acheron, where I believe the next part of your quest lies, but it seems that you already have other avenues you wish to persue.  If that is so, I shall take my leave later this morning, to complete my contract to protect you for a day.  If you still wish my services, please let me know," she says softly, her voice like old rust.</blockquote>

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