[ The strange remark does bring pause, but she's quick to resume her search. Whatever has him riled is likely yet another misunderstanding, but Vanessa doesn't care to defend herself. Such insults fall on deaf ears, though it does remind her that she has yet to learn his name. Whatever he may have against her, to remain nameless will serve them even less in the future.
On fetching several coin purses and a crate of dried meats and bread, Vanessa will breeze past him back toward the fire. One of the men is beginning to stir, and she gives a swift kick to the head to silence him before setting the crate down. ]
I am no lady. It's Miss. Vanessa Ives.
[ Beside the fire, she crouches to pick up one of the cups of ale to pour over her knife, rinsing off most of the blood before she wipes the rest on her skirt. It needs to be pristine, or the spell will be quite confused. The blood from her arm is too little, so she slashes at her palm, letting the blood drip onto one of the logs the bandits had been sitting there. Pressing with her thumb, she paints a symbol, slowly forming the shape of claws and a venomous tail. Around the scorpion, a cobra circles. It's a small sigil, so it doesn't take her long at all, but she's talented enough that it's easy to tell what she's drawing.
Her wish is to prevent these dead from ever rising again, but yet again she doesn't think to explain herself. Especially when she doesn't know if it will work, but in such a realm as Akhuras, one must take every precaution to prevent further undeath.
cw; scorpion + snake imagery
On fetching several coin purses and a crate of dried meats and bread, Vanessa will breeze past him back toward the fire. One of the men is beginning to stir, and she gives a swift kick to the head to silence him before setting the crate down. ]
I am no lady. It's Miss. Vanessa Ives.
[ Beside the fire, she crouches to pick up one of the cups of ale to pour over her knife, rinsing off most of the blood before she wipes the rest on her skirt. It needs to be pristine, or the spell will be quite confused. The blood from her arm is too little, so she slashes at her palm, letting the blood drip onto one of the logs the bandits had been sitting there. Pressing with her thumb, she paints a symbol, slowly forming the shape of claws and a venomous tail. Around the scorpion, a cobra circles. It's a small sigil, so it doesn't take her long at all, but she's talented enough that it's easy to tell what she's drawing.
Her wish is to prevent these dead from ever rising again, but yet again she doesn't think to explain herself. Especially when she doesn't know if it will work, but in such a realm as Akhuras, one must take every precaution to prevent further undeath.
As if she weren't just as undead as they. ]