Summary: She just wanted to get in and out without trouble. Her methods, however, left much to be desired.
Featured Character: Nixiel
~L.~
The fire burnt and raged over the wood, charring it to black as it screamed and hissed and smoked. When there was nothing left to consume, the flames blinked out of life, leaving behind a smoldering pile of ashes and burnt wood shards.
Nixiel sifted through them with her foot disinterestedly before, spying her query, she stooped and pulled it out.
"That was sadistic," Talvas' voice drifted toward her. The pale haired Dark Elf paid him no mind as the apprentice came to join her. "You could have easily taken her out without tormenting her."
"Now where's the fun in that?" asked Nixiel as she wrapped the charred wood in strips of linen. "No, I'd much rather get the job over with. It has to be done anyway."
Talvas growled, just refraining from slamming his hand into the cave wall. "You're torturing them before they can even fight back!" he yelled.
In the next moment, Nixiel stood up and turned toward him, her bright red eyes narrowed dangerously. "Does it bother you?" she asked.
"Yes!"
"Then go back to Tel Mithryn and cry into Master Neloth's robes like a good apprentice." With that, the Destruction Master left Talvas alone amongst the charred trees and spriggan ash.
