Wrath of the Righteous IC

[Prehysterical]

Thrar sits sullenly behind Karsten, the crushing victory leaving a bad taste in his mouth. The head of his mace is still spotless, unblemished by the blood of demon worshipers. Other paladins in the vanguard might find it to be a strange sight, as if Thrar was a captive rather than a fellow crusader.

[Farmerbink]

Qiyana makes no effort to hide her surprise. As the battle ends- almost before it began, and the knights begin to secure the ford, she makes her way to Irabeth. "I've always heard that war is... well, harder than that. What I mean to say is, that was hardly more tiring than any other afternoon riding! Did we really just have that good of a plan, or... what happened?"

After hearing her commander's take on their victory, Qiyana makes it a point to travel among the soldiers, meeting and befriending as many as she is able. More than a few times, she finds herself singing along with small groups- half a way to pass the time, half a way to build morale.