Cobblestone. Lithariel recalled the name and the kingdom it belonged to, a place renowned for its smithies and a rather dull culture, much like its namesake. They produced good steel, alright. Good steel for butchering men. Those swords and pole-arms could easily stick a man full of holes but when you're face to face with a southern chimera with nothing but Cobblestone steel between you and death, you'd be better off with a butterknife.
Lithariel gave Hadden a rather imperious side-glance. "I don't think the lycan meant those twigs your men fling from bows," she said, "Well made or otherwise, steel won't do much to a lycan, as I am sure your dead can testify to." There was a reason why hunters used truesilver in their weapons, an elusive and mysterious metal known for its anti-magical properties.
"The only reason you downed the creature was previous wounds and..."
The huntress stopped abruptly mid-sentence when she realized what she was about to mention. Her eyes found the missing conversation topic and in doing so they filled up with a frozen wrath she was hard-pressed to contain.
"Better chambers. Is that what you think we want?" She asked with a voice like ice and turned her full attention, glare and all, to Hadden. The priestess had looked hopeful at the renewal of the offering, but Lithariel looked about as content as a starved lion offered corn. "Let me offer you some advice, Hadden. This lycan vowed to hunt down and slaughter the princess; easy prey for a wolf, though I'm sure she's not the only thing you're after. You'd be stupid not to exploit this. He chose to let you and your men off the hook in return for an eye. Thank your gods that is all he wants. Pray to them you don't deny that offer. If you do then it doesn't matter either way. They can't stop a raging lycan and neither will your men."
Eira stared blankly ahead, her face ghost white. Though if it was Argen's words, Lithariel's ominous warnings or the suffering that would come was known only to her.
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Lithariel gave Hadden a rather imperious side-glance. "I don't think the lycan meant those twigs your men fling from bows," she said, "Well made or otherwise, steel won't do much to a lycan, as I am sure your dead can testify to." There was a reason why hunters used truesilver in their weapons, an elusive and mysterious metal known for its anti-magical properties.
"The only reason you downed the creature was previous wounds and..."
The huntress stopped abruptly mid-sentence when she realized what she was about to mention. Her eyes found the missing conversation topic and in doing so they filled up with a frozen wrath she was hard-pressed to contain.
"Better chambers. Is that what you think we want?" She asked with a voice like ice and turned her full attention, glare and all, to Hadden. The priestess had looked hopeful at the renewal of the offering, but Lithariel looked about as content as a starved lion offered corn. "Let me offer you some advice, Hadden. This lycan vowed to hunt down and slaughter the princess; easy prey for a wolf, though I'm sure she's not the only thing you're after. You'd be stupid not to exploit this. He chose to let you and your men off the hook in return for an eye. Thank your gods that is all he wants. Pray to them you don't deny that offer. If you do then it doesn't matter either way. They can't stop a raging lycan and neither will your men."
Eira stared blankly ahead, her face ghost white. Though if it was Argen's words, Lithariel's ominous warnings or the suffering that would come was known only to her.
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