"In a strange sort of way, she had practiced all her life for this. The memory of her compatriots teaching her the ways of poisons, sleight of hand, and all manner of dagger combat brought a calm, nostalgic feeling to her. Even now, before this towering robed figure, she showed no fear. Even as she was brought to the edge of death multiple times before her allies brought her back from the brink, she showed no hesitation. Every time her daggers found their mark and sank into the dried, mummified flesh of the necromancer, she felt an adrenaline rush, eyes narrowed and already preparing for their next mark. And it was the greatest rush of all to finally bring him down. For in the end, what better grave to plunder than the one who empties them?" / exemplarkyle / exemplarkyle / exemplarkyle