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Author Cambrian. As she leaves the cellar basement behind, Triss Merigold curls her lip upwards in disgust, doing her level best to brush herself clean of the accumulated much and grime. Still, needs must and what not. If she was to remain undetected, if she was ever to get out of this city, then Triss knew she had to keep soldiering on. Head held high, shoulders squared, back straight, the beautiful fiery red head makes her way back to her employer.
The two Witch Hunters that are standing with the merchant who was paying her to take care of his rats both turn to regard her at the same time, ugly grins on their faces. Triss grits her teeth in fresh fury, even as the Witch Hunters step forward without a word, their clubs in hand.
Instead, she draws upon her magic and lifts her hands, shooting gouts of fire out of both at these men who dared to think they had any authority over her. She was a Sorceress, damn it! She was the Fourteenth of the Hill! Nothing happens, of course. What was important was that she was well and truly helpless at the moment, with her hands shackled behind her back. When his eyes alight upon her, he smiles a grim smile, not an ounce of kindness or goodness in his face. What a distinct⦠pleasure it is to meet a witch of your caliber in the flesh.
I am a sorceress. Of course, this bunch of simpletons and ignoramuses preferred to remain willfully ignorant in their discrimination and prejudice. She would have to be an outright fool not to know who one of her greatest enemies was on sight. His looks, combined with the rest of her situation, made it all but certain who she was dealing with.
Still, it was obvious the man had an ego the size of the city, so fuck him. Just another jealous man lacking in a single ounce of magical power, I-gah! I have to admit though, when my men told me what you were doing, I had to laugh. Amusing, to say the least. When she remains quiet, Menge just smirks and finally stands up from his desk. Circling around it, he comes to the front where he leans back and crosses his arms over his chest.