So, as everything else has been said in the preview… all I have left to say is: I know it's short, but it's just the introduction and, please review:-)

Wisdom and Corruption

Chapter I. Meeting in the dungeons

Liria edged carefully around the corner. Her bow was ready, and she fired an arrow almost before she had clearly made out a target, but her aim was true, and the arrow struck the skeleton's spine. It continued advancing, and she hurriedly walked back around the corner, taking a few steps back to have a little of space to fire another arrow as the skeleton turned, as forecast, and walked to her. It died, the third arrow breaking its spine.

Liria sighed and walked forward once more. Another skeleton came forward, this time accompanied by two of its ilk, and she walked back around her corner. It was taking her ages to go at this rate. But she could not risk close combat, and she was way too weak to just walk into a room and let everything hack at her. So she was patient. And precise in the aim of her arrows.

She was in the middle of one of the great halls of the cathedral, on the second level, on her way to find the Butcher's lair, swarmed by demons scattered all over she could not target together, when suddenly she heard a wild battlecry. This sound was human, no doubt. She half-turned, afraid to find herself stuck between a crazy human turned to the bad side, and a swarm of annoying demons.

The owner of the voice was a warrior, carrying a shield and short sword. His mid-long, brown hair was flying back in his charge, and he rushed past Liria to crash into one of the demons, sword rising and falling, rising again, red with blood.

Liria recovered from her surprise and fired at the demons that were the further away, or when he was crowded. When the last fell to a sword's blow, they both listened in silence, straining to hear any demon left, and when they were satisfied there was none, the warrior turned back to stare at Liria.

He was tall; he must have been a good foot taller than her; he wore a fine, if simple, leather tunic, now splattered over with demon's blood. He was rather young, although not as young as her.

"Well met, Rogue," he said, a quick, warm smile on his face. "I am Shurvi."

"Liria," she answered, with a smile too.

He walked forward, took her hand, not paying a bit of attention at the arrow she was still holding, and kissed it the traditional way. She laughed, seeing the mischief in his eyes.

"Shall you accompany me in this quest, fair lady?", he asked.

"Keep the fair ladies to the non-fighting sorts, please," she answered.

"Well, alright then, Red head! Let's go hack some demon to pieces!"

"Fine with me, Burnt head!"

He laughed, and she followed the brash warrior in his rush to the next hall.