In time, you might be allowed to call me that. Today, we use titles. You shall address me as Vindicator for the remainder of the exercise.
[There's no sting of admonishment to her words, and she turns to face him. The Vindicator lifts a hand to the front of her helmet, and it comes away like a mask. The face underneath is ostensibly that of a young woman, but she seems worn. Tired. Weighed down by the passing of ages. Her movements are stiff in a way that can't be explained by simply being uncomfortable in her own skin. She studies him for a moment, taking note of the sword he carries, and points with her free hand toward the large gray-skinned beast standing in the field.]
Let's mount up. Our objective is northwest of here, and we're burning daylight.
[She slides the front of her helmet back into place, and it stays there as though it were welded to the metal itself.]
I hope you don't startle too easily around spiders.
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[There's no sting of admonishment to her words, and she turns to face him. The Vindicator lifts a hand to the front of her helmet, and it comes away like a mask. The face underneath is ostensibly that of a young woman, but she seems worn. Tired. Weighed down by the passing of ages. Her movements are stiff in a way that can't be explained by simply being uncomfortable in her own skin. She studies him for a moment, taking note of the sword he carries, and points with her free hand toward the large gray-skinned beast standing in the field.]
Let's mount up. Our objective is northwest of here, and we're burning daylight.
[She slides the front of her helmet back into place, and it stays there as though it were welded to the metal itself.]
I hope you don't startle too easily around spiders.