Seeing Grims look over, she softened her tone and continued, "Let me rest for a bit... That Tier Three Gnoll Shaman's frost breath nearly froze me solid."
"Hahaha! Natalie, that Tidal Vortex you just used was brilliant!" a lightly-armored ronin warrior from the Northern Lands said with a laugh as he walked over.
His name was Frost Fang Liu Sheng, a man of mixed blood, born to the Northern Frost People and islanders from the east.
As he spoke, blood was still dripping from the two katanas in his hands, both of a distinctly eastern style.
Perhaps noticing this, he casually wiped the spines of the blades against the crooks of his elbows before sheathing them. Only then did he look at Natalie and continue, "If you hadn't controlled that Shaman just now, Chief Airendra wouldn't have had the chance to put an arrow through its throat."
"Alright, you two, quiet down. Don't disturb the assistants while they're tallying," a steady voice called out.
