Aveline Dinsmoore
Sellsword
Talk about out of the frying pan and taking a full blown leap into the fire.
Templars were bad enough, and here they were being assaulted by mages now. Well, at least they seemingly had two allies now. Another warrior and Aveline assumed a mage, unless the other facing them down had decided to go and freeze himself in place. Grasping the scabbard in one hand and her sword hilt in the other. The sellsword stood poised at the ready in case things were to turn sour. Again. "Look at yourselves, Templars. You're outnumbered and prime for being cut down without much of a struggle." Aveline pointed out, gesturing at them with her scabbard, in an effort to keep the peace. Even though nobody really showed any quarter to anyone so far. She hoped it would at least while they all went their separate ways, taking into account the new faces among them all.
"Live to fight another day sounds too grand to pass up, wouldn't you say?"
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