Stomping through the dimly lit cave, the petite woman threw her crudely made bowls and cooking pots onto the counters.

"A heretic! A dark Sorceress! Blast them to the seven levels of Darsius!" She ranted and raved as she threw herbs and plants into the cooking pot placed over the glowing fire that was never let go out. Her red hair was lossely hanging around her waist, bits and pieces braided with random items strewn throughout. A few feathers, a couple bells, some pretty beads and the soft shimmer of gold. Grumbling she continued making her stew over the fire. The anger inside slowly boiling itself away as she dropped and threw onions and potatoes into the water with the pungent herbs.

Walking towards the bed in the open cavern she took a robe and placed it around herself. Wrapping her nakedness in black.

"Black is for death Shola," The young woman started and turned to look at the entrance.

"You again! the last time I saw you, was three weeks ago when you left me at the mercy of the bloody council of Seven in Earlith! Tell me why I shouldn't blast you down myself?"

"You'll need me before the year is out," The man grinned almost patronizingly. "Besides you don't have the power to blast me down," The woman snarled at him and thrust a hand at him. He felt the rush of the power straining towards him and he let it roll over and thorugh him. He didn't fight it and it lasted no longer than a moment. It was all she needed.

The robe had disappeared and she held a bow and arrow in her arms aimed and ready to fire. The bow was a large as she was, the string appeared golden and the arrow was fletched with feathers that burned. Her eyes flashed at him and she cocked her head to the side.

"Do not. Patronize. Me. The god may save your soul but the goddess would drink your blood first," She watched the man shudder and grinned at him. Why will I need you?"

"Time will tell Shola-"

"Don't call me that! I am no Shola! I've not the power nor the inclination to be an evil one if this is why you're here, you're wasting both our times." She laid the bow and arrow down and walked to the stew which was bubbling and gave it a stir with a wooden spoon.

"So you think me a servent of the Seven?" He looked grimly at her and shook his head bowing it down and backing out. "You will learn all too soon what it means to be Shola, to be light within the darkness," He disappeared before her eyes and she gasped softly and smelled the air briefly to be certain he didnt remain and walked back to her robe, tossing the black one on the fire and reaching for the matching robe in blue silk. Perhaps this one would be better.

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