Elrien watched as a man stepped into the light that her dropped torch made, training her arrow drawn back with her bowstring at his chest. If he made a move to kill her, she would not hesitate to kill him. She read the message, she knew that killing him she would get some inkling of memory, and something made her feel like she would not be guilty about it either.
"Ethan. I am Elrien Norsong. Tell me, do you have any memory of... well... anything? Did you wake up to a bloody message on a wall?" She asked, a bit suspiciously...
"Uh... Something like that," Adrian told Jerah. "I would prefer not to waste a bullet just to show you what exactly it does. And I would also rather not waste a bullet on you, but one something that may be more likely to kill me. Like say a mindless beast in the dark."
Vincent was almost surprised when all of a sudden his new companion and his animal friend shot off into the dark towards the spider. He heard the sounds of struggle and he hurried to catch up, and saw the thing burst into flames as he came up to Orophin.
"Nice work. Quickly done. If everything it that easy to kill, we may have nothing to worry about. But do creatures count for memory? Tell me, Orophin, do you remember anything more about yourself?" Vincent asked Orophin...