The story of Renza continues...
“Taste arrow death!” shouted Renza as she charged into Torchlight. But no one was there to sample her offering of pointed demise. The town was relatively vacant save for the few merchants who began to peek out from behind their stalls. An elderly man dusted off his cap, glancing up to see the Vanquisher’s puzzled face. He arched his brow and pointed to the other end of town.
Renza dashed off with Chevron at her heels, fresh corpses of villagers and beasties littered the streets. The Vanquisher followed the now clear sounds of battle. The mouth the mine could be seen and two humans battling a mess of furry faced Ratlins. A square-jawed man bashed the whiskered face of a red eyed rat-man with his shield. The dazed creature was then made a pin cushion by Renza's arrows, dropping it in dead heap. The other human was magically blocking the bridge that led into town from the mine with ball of crackling force. Chevron took off and began snap his jaws at a cave troll as Renza continued her volley, quickly launching several arrows into mix dropping two of the small rat creatures in the rear of the mob. The melee ended, but the man chased after the retreating monsters. The dark haired woman quickly introduced herself as Syl. She pleaded with Renza to follow her friend into the mines. She went on about her Master or some such, but all Renza heard was the part where she said,
"I can pay you well. Please catch up with Brink before he gets himself killed."
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