Amelina Chamberlain
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Fully aware of the eyes that found her with curiosity, she stood tall and let it affect her not. A delicate brow arched as one of the men addressed her. For a long moment, she said nothing, simply allowed her eyes to roam among each person inside and then to the alter. Her head tilted slightly as she moved down the center isle of the temple. " The scent of death was overwhelming and I'm afraid I just couldn't resist. " Her reply was cold, her words clipped short and to the point.
As she drew to the center of the temple she came to a halt and slowly turned in a circle, looking at everything. Her eyes closed and she drew in a deep breath, as if inhaling the death. Her lips curled into a small smile before she shook her head. " It would seem a beast is the cause of this destruction. Whatever these poor souls did to upset it must have been something. " Again she fell silent, turning now to face the one who had addressed her.
Regarding him with a deep, dark stare she finally spoke. Her tone was soft, yet harsh at the same time. " What do you and your men plan to do here? I see little use other than gathering a few trinkets from the dead then I personally would set fire to the temple and burn all within. There is a secret here, do you not feel it? " Her face was stoic, held little emotion as she began to look around again. Her head tilting, her eyes narrowed and she moved down the isle hastily, paying little mind to the squishing of blood at her feet. Stepping up to the alter she eyed the body that layed there then looked around. To them, she would most likely be viewed as crazy.
But there was a method to her madness. Looking to the cowering boy, she laughed. " Where are they? I smell them. " What did she speak of? Of course, she wondered why she even cared. Why should she even bother? Her's was not a compassionate soul, and she cared little for mortals and their ways. But yet, something seemed to be calling out to her. Moving around to the back of the alter, she paused as her foot found a hollow stepping. Her gaze shifted downward and she hefted the dead body up and flung it to her side, the resounding thud of it's landing echoed slightly in the quiet temple of death. Kneeling now, she pushed a heavy carpet aside, tossing it rather close to the young boy. What she saw now was simply a latch to what appeared a passageway.
Standing up, she pulled the wooden door up and let it flop back, blood splattered as it was disturbed and she looked to Lowthor. Her right hand rose and the back of it covered her nose as her face screwed up in disgust. The scent of something rotting, death, urine, assaulted her senses. " I believe good sir, that we have found something. " The statement said almost in a cheery tone. Without waiting, she stepped down and made her way down the stairs.
As she drew to the center of the temple she came to a halt and slowly turned in a circle, looking at everything. Her eyes closed and she drew in a deep breath, as if inhaling the death. Her lips curled into a small smile before she shook her head. " It would seem a beast is the cause of this destruction. Whatever these poor souls did to upset it must have been something. " Again she fell silent, turning now to face the one who had addressed her.
Regarding him with a deep, dark stare she finally spoke. Her tone was soft, yet harsh at the same time. " What do you and your men plan to do here? I see little use other than gathering a few trinkets from the dead then I personally would set fire to the temple and burn all within. There is a secret here, do you not feel it? " Her face was stoic, held little emotion as she began to look around again. Her head tilting, her eyes narrowed and she moved down the isle hastily, paying little mind to the squishing of blood at her feet. Stepping up to the alter she eyed the body that layed there then looked around. To them, she would most likely be viewed as crazy.
But there was a method to her madness. Looking to the cowering boy, she laughed. " Where are they? I smell them. " What did she speak of? Of course, she wondered why she even cared. Why should she even bother? Her's was not a compassionate soul, and she cared little for mortals and their ways. But yet, something seemed to be calling out to her. Moving around to the back of the alter, she paused as her foot found a hollow stepping. Her gaze shifted downward and she hefted the dead body up and flung it to her side, the resounding thud of it's landing echoed slightly in the quiet temple of death. Kneeling now, she pushed a heavy carpet aside, tossing it rather close to the young boy. What she saw now was simply a latch to what appeared a passageway.
Standing up, she pulled the wooden door up and let it flop back, blood splattered as it was disturbed and she looked to Lowthor. Her right hand rose and the back of it covered her nose as her face screwed up in disgust. The scent of something rotting, death, urine, assaulted her senses. " I believe good sir, that we have found something. " The statement said almost in a cheery tone. Without waiting, she stepped down and made her way down the stairs.