<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xVOh4uv.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Aloisa Kriechjagd<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum - upper floor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Basic clothing, leather armor<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Orders & Blockading<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Medb, Orderly B<br/><hr/><br/>Aloisa grit her teeth as she felt her daggers slide through flesh, the gush of life blood washing her hands as she gave each blade a violent twist and yanked them free, rolling to the side to let the woman fall dead into the pile of broken mirrors and assuming a defensive stance as the room went silent.<br/><br/>She held her breath a long moment before letting it it out in a slow sigh and shifting her pack to get at the contents inside, feeling about carefully until she wrapped fingers around the tinderbox and a torch.<br/><br/>"Everyone, shield your eyes." She gave the warning before rasping the flint over the steel striker producing a spray of brilliant sparks, repeating the motion several times before the torch caught and crackled to life sharing light to the room. She bundled the tinderbox away as she looked around, "Thanks Mebd. Now we know it doesnt like flame... Further support for the oil barrel and fire solution."<br/><br/>She pulled a second torch and lit it up offering to Danae, "Dont suppose youd care to swap that blade for the ax..? I think it would serve better in your hands then mine."