[Past] Murderous Impulses

Nyllian, Helena stretched the word out, as if to express her disdain for the childish, short 'nin'.

You may address me as Ser Prieskorn, she stated professionally. I say, death has you around his little finger, doesn't he. Helena's face and voice remained humorless. She passed a long, smothering look at Nyllian.

Finally, she said, Absolute silence, now, and she led Nyllian to the door and through the stone hallway of the citadel. The plan for Helena was to summon a great darkness at the first sign of another corrupted Templar, and smuggle Nyllian into the wild streets of the surrounding city through the chaos that was bound to ensue. Then, the journey to Starkhaven on foot. But until then, one bit at a time. Soon, she would have her new captive away from all this mess, and that was for now as far as she allowed herself to think, as she eyed around the next corner.