Therdiana: You dare say i've never seen death? At a very young age a sorceror took me from my family and slaughtered them. He erased my memory of the event, but dreams would come to me at nighht, each time i watched him kill some mage, the thoughts would come again, when i finally took his life, the memories returned in their full "glory." He not only killed them, but made me drink their fresh blood as he did so. When i cut his throat i drank as much blood as I could, savoring it. How can you tire of the sight of blood?
*she licks the small bit of Eloanneo's blood of the tip of her arrow*
Therdiana (coldly): I also thought i said no sound.