Murder is exhausting. Tolviar had some of the memories of Trezlan, some good, lot of bad, but that was the one thing he always remembered. When he'd had to kill a lot of anything it tired him out, even with necromancy to replenish ones self and stamina, the mental exhaustion was paramount. That's where she was at the moment, she had bullets, grenades, body armor from the dead, and enough magical power to wipe out the army that was looking for her. But deep down she felt tired, she knew it would be difficult, not this difficult.
She was currently resting in the remains of a hotel. It hadn't been empty when she showed up, but the dead bodies nearby signified everyone else it was time to move on and find a new place to sleep for the evening. The whole planet felt like the hotel she was in. Outwardly looked like a normal everyday thing. Inside it was rotting and falling apart. She didn't know if the creature just hated infrastructure or didn't care, but every building she'd seen was falling apart in not subtle ways. It probably was the nature of the creatures, Talviar had noticed this in other settlements, they just wanted things to decay, they wanted things to break.
Tolviar was in the midst of wondering why that would be when she smelled it. The combination of decaying flesh and what could best be described as burnt garbage. It was so awful she had to take a moment to wonder if one of her spells hadn't caused something to burn up one of the bodies colons. But then a memory of Trezlan's sprung to the surface, and at once she knew the smell and the creatures that accompanied it.
"Well shit." Was all she could say.
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