"I am the rose bandit, Mercury." The statement lacked its normal gusto, the adrenaline's exit from her veins leaving her emotionally drained. Mercury watched the events unfold from aside with uncharacteristic silence. She was no good at comforting people, so she could only watch Manfred and the village girl's plights.

She also knew better then to open her mouth when Mortly appeared; Sheron would have a better idea of what questions to ask, and trying to think too hard or long about what to ask would just make it harder for her to not stab the vampire in the throat and search for his boss the hard way.

Instead, she wordlessly moved to Karvek's side to help move the bodies, laying them out more formally (if you could use that phrase for what was still a pile of dead bodies) then the large man. I need a drink.

Because that helped so much in the battle for the castle. Remind me, how did that end again? Let's ask Ossler-oh, right.

...I hate you.

I hate us too.