George
Tanyth Carven
Grand Stead

Tanyth sighed softly as she set her pack down in the small tavern room she'd rented for herself and Mirian. "Alright, child, I know you're tired and cold so I won't ask you to come with me tonight." She was disappointed there was only one bed, poor Mirian would have to share with her giant of an adoptive mother, "But nor will I stop you if you wish to come with me while I look for leads." Over the past few months Mirian had come to understand what Tanyth was doing, who she was hunting and why... Though the young teen had been spared the graphic details. *'Is this right? Taking her with me on my hunt,* The doubting voice nagged at her, *'is this the example I want to be? Am I encouraging her to become the monster I was forced to be?'* She looked down at the girl and swallowed, twenty three years of hatred and rage and she was doubting herself because of a little girl she found in the woods.
Esther
Mirian Trunth, Grand Stead

Mirian walked into the room, and looked up at her mother-figure. "I'm not tired, mo- Tanyth." She smiled, bouncing on her heels and holding her hands at her waist. 

Mirian wanted to be exactly like Tanyth. She looked up to her greatly, both as a role model, and... Literally. 

"I'm ready when you are." She continued to smile. Mirian would follow her to the ends of the Earth if Tanyth would let her, and that would be pretty obvious to Tanyth. This girl was insanely loyal to her.
George
Tanyth Carven
Grand stead

Tanyth smiled adoringly, and ran a hand through the girl's hair, "As you wish," She left her pack and took only her sword and daughter into the cold evening of Grand Stead. She gripped Mirian's hand in hers as she walked, she was fiercely protective of her little one.

"Mirian... You know what I am doing is justified, that it is revenge. You must never kill for no reason, and the reason *Must* Be good." She wanted desperately to find some compromise, to justify the murders she commited while teaching Mirian it isn't right to murder needlessly. But was there need to find and murder these men, even with what they'd done a few had moved on. The one they hunted now was a priest... Which was going to be hard to jusitfy to the people. "We've gotta find the Lord... I can't simply kill this one." Shr explained as thry headed toward the keep.