“By the Gods - what happened to you? You look like you found a war!” Ecko had no words. The thing with the human face that had known his name - he was scared, he was fucking scared already, and his own fear was making him angrier than he’d ever been. His adrenaline was still firing, more anxiety than elation, and he needed it to pack its bags and fuck off. Like now. Eck... Oh... Apparently, some Random Encounter Bad Guys weren’t so random after all. Well whaddaya know. “Tell me,” Triqueta said, “what’s got the face of a man, the tail of a serpent and the body of some sort of damned bweao?” Her bow was across her back, her blades still in her hands, and she was as wide-eyed as he was. “Because whatever it is, it better not have any friends.” The thing’s half-tail was in her belt - she slung a blade and threw the tail down, twitching, at Amethea’s feet. The teacher, her pale hair glimmering in the tree-light, caught it before it hit the mud. Lifting it, she said, “I can already tell you - I got given one of these last return.”
