"I am an honest woman." Truth often cuts the heart and is not always kind. She does not want to wield it as a spear unless she needs to, anymore. There is a desire to make herself something more than a woman that cut down the lives of others.
As Gjalla turns, beckoning to the valley cut by towering cliff faces around them, Eirwen can appreciate the site they have landed upon. A guardian of intruders, but a setting far kinder than the heart of the mountain itself. Her jaw hurts, for some odd reason thinking about it. In response she grunts, lifts her head to reveal a still-blistering wound upon her throat. It has healed, somewhat, but will no doubt scar.
"Met a beast of a man not far from here, months ago. I ruined his face. I do not know if he still stalks these lands." Stern eyes are encased in warning.
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