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Complications

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((This is a continuation of the "Losing Time" thread in the same forum.))

Serzhul.

It was a name she never expected to hear again, much less see the face it belonged to. Yet, there he was, standing in the Monks’ Guild, acting like nothing was wrong. Like he hadn’t tried to kill her half a dozen times, all those years ago. Like he hadn’t bragged about killing her oldest son, waving those cursed gloves in her face.

The growl escaped almost unbidden, her claws sinking into the wooden floor as she flexed them in frustration, fury, and old pain.

She’d just about pounced him when she saw him; only Rhaegos standing in her way had stopped that. Brave kid. That bloody dark elf, that assassin, had just stood there, like everything was fine! Gah, it rankled so. He claimed amnesia, claimed no knowledge of their multiple violent interactions in the past. He’d even had the audacity to remove his robes, displaying scars covering his body, some that she’d put there herself! She bore similar scars in her own hide from his weapons; their battles had been fierce.

She sat back on her haunches, staring out the window of her office, absently rubbing the single green scale on her chest. She had to wonder what motivation he had, showing up now, of all times. They’d agreed long ago, after that last battle, to drop the fued. Serzhul had still hated her then, but he respected her for the damage she’d done to him, and she him. Even then, he’d been a formidable opponent. Over a century later, how much would his skills have grown?

She frowned, mulling over the previous fights and brawls, trying to figure it out. Where was the angle? Why show himself, now of all times, after vanishing for all that time? He always did like to gloat over the ways he’d gotten the upper hand in their confrontations…

Her jaw dropped in shock. Back then, he’d always been a fan of poisons, especially ones that robbed a victim of their will and memory. Could this explain all the problems she’d been having of late? One hundred years was certainly enough time to become adept at something, and considering she’d had no suspects all this time to blame for the memory loss, he could have easily gotten bored and decided to show himself…

It made a little too much sense. Almost. Why join the guild? Why claim amnesia? Just to get close to her? To settle the score, once and for all? She muttered and shook her head. For now, she didn’t know what the end game was, but she’d be keeping her eye on the newest addition. She wouldn’t be caught blindsided like she’d once been.
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