"I heard someone brag about the strength and insight his unnatural life brought him," Sara responds, softly, half-lidded eyes turned in Vow's direction even if they don't focus on her.  "He bragged of it as he destroyed my family, taking my father from me and claiming my mother as a slave-- ever besotted by his dark kiss and the warping influence it has over her.  Assuming, of course, that he has not tired of her and disposed of what remains, she is no more than a sheep now.  My beauty and strength will undoubtedly fade before yours does, my wits will slow... but do not tell me that my mortality is a weakness."  Her jaw tightens, "It is not and the sentiment is a very dangerous one to have.  It is how many of your ilk lose their way and turn to foul arcane ceremonies that befoul nature and spirit, dismissing the value of others and indulging themselves at other's expenses."  At that, a shoulder and back is presented to the Duskbringer, seeming to suggest a desire to move along from what is certainly not going to be a pleasant and team building conversation.<br/><br/>Now if the woman can give up the last word remains to be seen!  "Certainly something that we should hasten to stop.  You believe that the mohrg will show up, or is this just a delaying tactic?"  One hand tightens, "Oh, I did forget myself.  Sara Dessane,  trained marksman and scout.  I am skilled in the art of hunting the foulest crypts and cleansing them."  A blind archer and tracker.  How... nice?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>