(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/006/890/275/large/pablo-fernandez-dragon-rider-final-3.jpg?1502037399)<br/><strong>Wrath<br/>Road to the Valenlands<br/>Tag: Taris</strong><br/><br/>"Yeah A 'unno, someone told me neva ta forget, but they should'a made it more interestin' then, feel me? Like, make it about bloody battle or somethin'" Wrath nodded.<br/><br/>As Taris looked around with magical detection, there was a painful tugging on her sight, an almost staggering scar in the land.. Jeska's sword, which she picked up, seeming uncaring, or not noticing the weapons true nature.. it was cursed. Taris could far more easily spot the amulet.. now, it was a case of, well, distracing Jeska Dragonfist.<br/>Who now leaned against a tree, yawning.<br/>"Eh?" She made, sitting down.<br/>"Oh, next ye're gonna say 'ye could do so much more' eh? Listen, hun, ya got no idea how hard it is ta find a proper good fight.." She sighed.<br/>"Plus, A'm hangin out with the sins on a debt, ya see, dere's one among them dat's stronger than anything A'v ever fought. Strong enough ta fight me ta a tie.. and as A didn't -defeat- him..." she mused, with a dangerous grin in her eyes.<br/>"Until tha day A'll crush him in a rematch, might as well stick close to Pride, The Unrivaled. Anyway, if ya dun wanna fight anymore, A'ma nap it up, can drag ya back ta Senval or whatevs later." She nodded to herself. "Do me a favour and wait and nap too or somethin', if ya wander off, I'ma have ta track ya again..." She yawned, and stretched. She seemed completely serious, as she closed her eyes and, with whatever metabolism she had, prepared to rest.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Taris, if she play-pretended staying about, could snatch up the amulet with relative ease, and a touch of it activated a brief glow.<br/>"There you are Wrath. Let me guess, you killed her. Well, we still need -one- target alive, because Greed also messed up and killed his target as well.. guess I'll have to take care of things myself... also, I notice a lack of derisive grunting.<br/><br/>... Wrath?" The Dragon-amulet asked, whilest Taris perhaps hurriedly snuck further away from the loudly snorring Wrath.