Chapter B4C36 - Momentum
Elsbeth was marching down the corridor of Woodsedge Keep with apparent confidence. Internally, she was very stressed, but it wouldn’t do any good to show that on the surface.
“What do I know about managing Slayers?” she muttered to herself. “I’m a Priestess, I’m supposed to help people connect with their gods, not order human death machines about.”
“You need to be a little more careful what you say around us ‘human death machines’,” a voice said wryly from around the corner, followed a moment later by the form of Rurin Wilkin. The Gold ranked Slayer smiled, a little sadly as she continued: “We tend to have excellent hearing, even the non-scouts. After enough time in the rifts, moving quietly and listening carefully are something that everyone cultivates. If they survive long enough.”
Elsbeth flushed with embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, Ms Wilkin–”
“Don’t call me that, for the love of life. Call me Rurin, please.”
Elsbeth took a breath to steady herself.
“I apologise, Rurin. I didn’t mean to cause offence… I just…”
“It’s fine. I understand what you wanted to say. Come, walk with me.”