Declawing a Tiger

"Protecting what's hers, that's where!" Kenna growled angrily, appearing from virtually thin air before Odhran. As soon as Yggdrasil had notified her of the larger, unknown magic signature entering Ace of Spades she'd taken to investigating herself. Normally just a quick glance would be enough to undo any lingering suspicions and let her return to her original job, but the moment she'd recognised Odhran... well, safe to say, Kenna had taken it personally. The guildmaster had all but forgotten what had happened in Joya, and subsequently Silagrad afterwards. Her having been lumped together with the bastard and his twin horrors, and having to go through the Pergrandian 'hospitality' offered to her after being suspected of being one of many culprits still left a sour taste in her mouth. And with it, mayhaps a budding grudge she was very intent on repaying. That did not mean however that she was willing to go all out in the middle of town and involve even more innocent lives in the matter, however, which was the only reason she just appeared and did not immediately turn on the offensive.

Astaroth stirred around her neck, hissing quietly at Odhran as Kenna placed herself in front of him, roughly 30 feet left between them, allowing the small lizard to coil itself around her. He would grow rapidly, until he'd taken the form of a large black dragon, who's growl rumbled through the sky like a distant thunderstorm. "Curious to see you here, Odhran... you'd think you were aware you're not welcome here, considering," she gestured a "you know why", not planning on dirtying too many words on recounting the Felidae tragedy, which she was sure he was going to use one way or another. To boast of his guild's grandeur, or to rub her failure in her face, she figured.



@Odhran Aegisbane
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