[Should he have a keen eye, he'll notice how ever so slightly her jaw tenses, how she glances away. She'd spit at him about how he should be in league with Warriorhead and Dagger, but she keeps it to herself. Dagger has his presumptions about her, there's no need to play against it yet.]
There is always more than one game at play, Sturmhond. The worst one is against yourself.
[Her tone, despite the cryptic words, should say enough: not melancholic, but pained in a slight fashion. As if it were a strain on herself. Warriorhead she trusts, and she'll fix herself for him and the team, but to others? No. Not yet. Not overtly. She is seen as arrogant, brutally honest, perhaps even rude yet intelligent. She plans on remaining that way for a time, at least outwardly.
Her games afforded her to appear steady and unbreakable. Yet she wonders now if she should keep to those games, especially because they only seem to work on the fleeting and not the permanent.]
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There is always more than one game at play, Sturmhond. The worst one is against yourself.
[Her tone, despite the cryptic words, should say enough: not melancholic, but pained in a slight fashion. As if it were a strain on herself. Warriorhead she trusts, and she'll fix herself for him and the team, but to others? No. Not yet. Not overtly. She is seen as arrogant, brutally honest, perhaps even rude yet intelligent. She plans on remaining that way for a time, at least outwardly.
Her games afforded her to appear steady and unbreakable. Yet she wonders now if she should keep to those games, especially because they only seem to work on the fleeting and not the permanent.]