Die Human Scum!

What the? Fatanm, to your left!

A Gnoll charged at the young woman, armed with a mace club, hoping he would be able to make a mark on her. With the power of Arcane Magic imbued in her, she shot a pulse of energy at the Gnoll, sending him flying over to the other side of the dungeon, landing in a pile of crates.

Thanks, I needed that.

Errantem side-dodged a swing of a Gnoll's attack, then bested him by taking him by the arm, and slash through his throat. As more Gnolls approached to reinforce the next squad, Errantem notioned a very clever gesture to the Mage.

We'll take this one on together.

Right! I'll take the ones on the left, you, to the right.

With the impromptu ploy in set, they rushed the incoming horde of Gnolls, of which were ten in all. Errantem, being the faster of the two, ran into the gaggle, and unleashed a flurry of slashes, cutting a many of the pack down. Fatanm, jumped to the side, and shot five fire bolts, each one hitting their target, decimating them. As the last of the Gnolls, died and fell to the earth, Errantem held a complaint about something. Speaking aloud, he wanted to make this clear to her.

"Fatanm, would it freak you out if I just understood what that Gnoll said?"

"No, why?"

"Why? I can't speak a bloody worth of Gnoll, and I just understood him there on the spot!" Errantem exclaimed

"Oh, Well, I could possibly explain that. Come, walk this way."

Leading Errantem on the way to where the Gnoll Chieftain might be situated at, the proceeding hallways, were empty. Perhaps, the rest of the Gnolls have retreated, in order to protect their leader.

"You see, as I was trained in the vocabulary of the Morrighanic language in Rocheste, I also was given a volume on how to translate Gnoll language, to the common tongue. I thought it was a bit more on the trivial side, in my studies, but, it served it's purpose."

"Wow, that's pretty amazing, Fatanm." He smirked.

"You know, I've always wanted to learn a different language, like Goblin, but the lack of money and time to do so, forbids it."

"Yeah, I hear you. It just comes much easier for me when it comes to studying. It's required of Mages such as I to study."

"Ah. Yeah. You Mages get it easy. Everything is just so balanced for you guys."

"Like, I know, it's great."

The banality of walking, soon etched itself in both of their minds. It soon came to be apparent, that the Gnolls had retreated, far into the dungeon. Perhaps, they were fearful of "The One with No Regret". the evidence showed itself, when bits and pieces of gnoll weaponry, were scattered about, and the evidence of habitation, was visible to the naked eye.

"Fatanm, what made you become a Crimson Blade Mercenary?"

"Why do you say that?"

"A woman, like you, seems to care herself for parties, and fun, rather than take this mission seriously, as I do."

"Errantem, life is either a-"

Then, from the sky, an Anvil fell just behind Fatanm. Looking up, a Gnoll veteran turned tail and ran on a roof, failing to crush him. Unfazed, Fatanm continued.

"As I was saying, Life is either a great adventure, or nothing at all."

"You were apart of a rich family, weren't you?"

"How could you tell?"

"I was reading some of the memories you had at the back of your head. I heard some stuff about having a very sheltered life, or something along the lines of that."

The telekinetic curse was still in effect. It was probably would be, unless a counter-spell could be found.

"Oh, right."

Fatanm, looked away for a moment. Then, a few flickering mental images of Fatanm's history came to light, as if they were his own, as if he lived through them. She'd been an heiress, of some noble family. Tired of a unfufilling, life of smothering, she left her home when she was old enough and decided to make her own name for herself, without the family gold. At the age of seventeen and a half, Fatanm joined the Crimson Blade Mercenaries, lying about her supposed age of twenty one. A year from then, she had dedicated her life to both partying, and adventuring. Perhaps her life was the ultimate life. He then realized something about the woman. She wanted to live her life to the fullest, while indulging in the laborious task of destroying some Fomorian to bits all day. And in her life, she someday learned the importance of duty. To get the job done.

"Life hasn't been prospectful for you either, Errantem."

He looked at her, with eyes full of sympathy. She finally understood his plight in life.

"You work hard, all the time. No breaks, like partying for you. During the day, you fight to get through Hell itself, then the nighttime, is filled with reports filling, and writing, deciphering messages from the front. You've almost got no time for yourself at all. You're at the bidding of almost everyone in town. I mean, sure, you've got memories of your adopted mother, and your cat, but dang, your history sucks. No offense."

"None taken."

Jerk.

I heard that.

Crap.

"Errantem, what does fill your life with meaning anyway? To you at least. Where do you come in?"

To him, it was finding Erinn, the land of immortality, and love. All would be safe there, and reaching it, his purpose would be achieved. He wanted to become a storyteller, and illustrator for generations of young, to know the stories of the heroes of old. However, the answer that fatanm came up with, was much different than what he thought.

"It's Tieve, isn't it?"

Reminded of the joke gwynn tossed around earlier that day(or yesterday, as Errantem couldn't tell) he rebounded on that statement with a clear single syllable.

"What?"

"Oh, don't try to hide, it fool, you liked that girl from the moment you've moved into the Inn."

"No I don't. Tieve is my friend, and I tend to keep it that way. Besides, she loves Keaghan. And, you know what drives me. Gold - that's what drives me. The pursuit of money."

"Alright, Greenshirt, if you say so."

And, to be straightforward and honest, he really didn't think of her as a driving force to live. Sure, she was a very nice friend, but not the driving force of his life. Tieve was a very loving and caring individual, but Errantem never had feelings for her. It was simply unthinkable. Still, that did not explain how Fatanm knew that Errantem had feelings for Tieve. Was she reading his subconscious now? Or was she saying things just to tease him. Maybe she was referring to the joke earlier that morning. Or yesterday. It was probably yesterday. Unconcerned with the matter, Errantem and Fatanm, simply walked until they crept upon their target.