Welcome!

[Matt]

Matt finished cleaning his weapons just as she spoke. He let out a slight sigh of relief that she was alive. "Ya... I brought you in here." Matt said as he grabbed his halberd. He made it grow and it stopped growing just as it opened a flap outside. "Another storm." Matt explained before retracting his weapon and placing it on his belt. He laid his sore back on the ground and allowed his muscles to relax for once. Every muscle, joint and nerve in him was hammered with pain at each movement. Even breathing hurt. "Getting you soul nearly pulled out of you really makes you feel... sore." Matt groaned out slightly. He stared at the top of the tent for a long while as he did not feel like moving.

Reaver simply watched what was happening until Naisa was awake. "What are you?" he asked her softly after Matt had laid down. "And what did you do with those souls?" he asked with a hint of anger in his voice. He obviously found the fact that the souls went into Naisa a little creepy. He stared at her unblinkingly until she replied.

[Naisa Baldhor]

Naisa looked at Reaver, her cold grey eyes, merciless as steel. She vaguely registered Matt looking up at the ceiling, and thought of the travels those two must have had. Their relationship. The fact they can retain and remember their identities and who they are.

Her eyes softened.

“I don’t know,” she said quietly. She looked at Reaver with intensity and continued speaking. “I have no recollection of who I was before I woke, or even who I am.”

She gently smoothed out her red tunic, running a fond finger over the knife of her belt. She barely blinked, and never took her eyes off Reaver.

“An old woman told me that I am of two. That I had a guardian spirit, much like you, that in an act of compassion, bonded their soul with mine.”

She tossed her blonde hair, and pulled her knees to her chest, resting her chin ontop of them.

“I need souls to survive, because my spirit side of me cannot completely reside in a human body. My power regarding that, works only on men who serve the king. There is a story there I wish not to repeat,” she said, her eyes flashing. “But essentially, I offer a final death. A place with no existence.” Her voice lowered, but didn’t lose its musical quality. “I have never used my scream to kill souleaters before, and after what happen, I won’t again. It was not a pleasant experience.”

[Matt]

Reaver didn't even flinch when she turned her cold gaze at him. Reaver thought he saw her eyes soften after a time. Both Reaver and Matt listened to Naisa speak. "I... think I understand." Reaver said softly with a look of sadness in his eyes. When she spoke about the scream Matt grunted and lifted himself to a sitting position. "I hope not. That even hurts me too ya know..." Matt said to her before he couldn't sit any more and had to lay down again. "And... we don't... have to worry... about... you stealing our souls..." Matt said as he passed out from exhaustion and pain. "He pushes himself too much..." Reaver muttered.

"Do you have any family or friends? Or are you alone here?" Reaver asked gently. He didn't want to get on her bad side and make her angry... but he was more scared of making her depressed. Matt breathed calmly and steadily as his mind took in all the information subconsciously. Matt sighed out a breath of heated air that floated outside and into the now raging storm. It was a real storm as snow was flung, rocks tore every direction... yet everything missed the tent.

[Naisa Baldhor]

Naisa tugged at the grey wolf skin.

“If my memory remained, I might know if I had family. But I don’t have a memory, so I can’t answer your question.”

She wasn’t panicked at Matt passing out. Reavers annoyance seemed more out of fondness than anger.

“You have been through a lot together,” she said musically. It was a statement, not a question.

She paused, and tilted her head, watching Matt breathe steadily.

“I changed the frequency of my scream when I realized it hurt him. I don’t like using it. It’s not pleasant for anything.”

She tugged off her belt and put it in her pack again. She heard the clinking of her clay jar, and took it out.

”I learned this from a medicinal man,” she said. She thought about reading his thoughts, and didn’t think it would be pertinent to reveal that information. Not yet anyways. “Essentially, the old spirits that come here with nowhere to go, are drawn to me when I call. I can change the call for certain types, and so more often then not I call old healers. They use their power to essentially “bless” the salve. I sell it back at the market near Fear, and it makes a pretty penny.” She smiled suddenly.

“I don’t look like much, but I’m richer than a well-to-do merchant. Just without the house and servants.” Her smile faded. Even less friends hanging around for money.