<div class="floatright">(http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/2125/duskq.jpg)</div><br/>Confusion showed upon the Abyssal's face at the new introduction and the change in topic.  She looked back to the map, doing her best to memorize the exact spot of the weapon before glancing away.  This place of moving death obviously bothered her: death was supposed to be still, serene, peaceful.  These moving pictures were anything but.<br/><br/>She wondered why it didn't seem to bother the others.  The voices told her that they just couldn't understand, that they feared death.  That didn't make any sense to her either, for why would people frightened of death and destruction choose to bring it and meet it in open battle?  She understood blind fear, at least; it was something she could still vaguely remember, back from a time that she knew wasn't really her.<br/><br/>Someone else took the map, but that didn't bother her.  She had seen the map before and understood the basics, but she was far too inclined to simply wander, searching the area and finding trouble more than finding any particular item she wanted or needed.  It suited her to follow along for now.<br/><br/>At the show of the fur robe, though, her eyes paused if only for a moment.  Dressed in thick soulsteel, the girl had to be freezing, even though her body seemed to be simply inured to the perpetual numbness and pain associated with the bitter cold.  The prospect of warmth tempted her, though not enough to actually speak up.  It seemed likely that she wouldn't even know what to do if she stopped hurting.