Ravenna


She had been in the back the whole time and had said nothing at all. Her actions had not betrayed her, though certainly her inaction proved her to not be an ally of her associates whom all plunged forward into battle with the newcomers.

As the violence unfolded, Ravenna observed with detached interest the way a hunter would the routine and technique of fighting animals. A tongue paralysis here, a multi-armed horror there, the sorceress flicked her lips when it all came to a conclusion with a literal deal with a devil.

"Useless cretins..." she uttered softly under her breath, shaking her head in disappointment.

"Well they didn't put up much of a struggle..." Ravenna spoke up, her smooth voice sliding out from under her cowl while her tall, slender frame was garbed in rich purple cloth that hugged her silhouette beneath the wind.