We were preparing battle. There were a lot of things I could've been afraid about. I could have been worried about my reputation, losing my life, being tortured, losing, any number of things. And the only thing I was scared about was how angry Meliara was. I had been right. The Countess had marched down the hill practically breathing fire, ready to skin me. Luckily I'd been anticipating it. We were therefore aware of the Tlanth rabble gathering in the forest around Vesingrui waiting to attack and we were able to avoid the conflict. But Mel wasn't happy with me. I watched from my gray as she threw her sword down and marched over. She might be on my side of the war now, she was being forced to ally with us, there was no other choice…but she still hated me personally. And at the moment the war seemed only barely more important.
A/N: Aw…poor danric. Sorry it's been so long guys. Keep going?