The Necromancer's Pact VIII: The Rising Tide

[Koji]

Khazrael

That horseman's pretty composed. I'd have killed them all by now.

He nods to Tirel, and remains quiet until they move away. "Oh, there they go..."

He fiddles with his hair, probably a bit embarassed by his own zeal, and manages to stammer out a response.

"I know they're just animals, but it's hard to run, you know? Like back at the inn, where those vampires attacked...it really galls me to see someone try something like that and get away with it. But you're right I guess--if we push our luck too far, we might just get wiped out before we can do anyone any good."

He flashes her a trademark grin and maintains eye contact--something he hasn't ever done with Tiriel before. As the group sets out again, the tiefling chuckles and says, "Thanks for not just popping me one over the head like I know that berserker wants to."

Khazrael relaxes as the spells run their course and his body returns to normal. He pays close attention to the halfling and gnome's stories, and is a bit overcome by what he hears.

They've lost so much, so many friends...