First of all, thanks for your rewiew, Arabellaesque. And yes, Aerie was a bit OOC about the slaver blood thing. Now this is an attemp of a one shot for Valygar, with the aparition of Miradel, the necromancer. This story is paralel to Sardion's one. And this story answers your question.

Blood taited leaves you alone

Valygar watched the forest that was around him. Then he realized there was nothing to be afraid of now. No ambush, no surprise attack, not a thing would stop their rest. Though with shades you never know, he thought.

Now he went back to his tent. There, he would have a place to think about... what did he wanted to think about?

Well, certainly he prefered staying in his tent. He wasn't feeling well.

Perhaps it was for his new... leader. A necromancer. A magic user who relied in the magic of dead. And even worse, a bhaalspawn, a daughter of murder who emphasized her unholy heritance with her magic. A being with her blood tainted

But who was him to talk about tainted blood? He was a son of a family that used magic! Who was him to blame Miradel of tainted blood, when he himself had magic flowing through his veins?

The ranger scowled. He wouldn't get nothing thinking how of those things. He decided it was time for sleeping.

But as soon as those thoughts crossed through the stalker's mind, he heard someone' steps near his tent. Better seeing who is this person, he said to himself. He stood up and went out of his tent. He saw Miradel.

The pale girl looked at him oddly and asked without too much emotion "What are you doing at this hour?"

The ranger threw a cold look direct to Miradel's black eyes, and answered "The same could be said of you, necromancer."

"I don't have amy wishes of sleeping, my dear" she said, amusement crossed her throaty voice.

Then, there was a strange silence between both of them, and suddenly Miradel started talking "I know you distrust me, Valygar. And believe me, you have every reason to do so. You hate magic, I'm a necromancer, you like peace, I'm a bhaalspawn. But... why don't you try to trust me a bit more and let those predjuices aside?" she asked, curiosity playing her voice.

Valygar threw a dark look to the mage, and spat "You yourself said it, I have each reason for distrusting you."

"But you haven't done a thing, my dear., you have accepted every order from me. Why?"

Valygar didn't knew how to answer that question. His tanned face was the reflection of confusion.

And then again, the woman spoke "I know, It's beacuse we are pretty much the same. Both of us suffer of the darkness of the distrust of those who are around us. Both of us suffer from the pain of discrimination." Valygar notted sadness in Miradel as she spoke.

And to clarify his doubts, a bright tear crossed through the necromancer's smooth face. "We are alone in this world, Valygar, we suffer alone." With that she went back to her tent, leaving Valygar alone.