An Orc head on a pike

Entering Shadowdale, Lairena barely glances at the head, but a slight glint of satisfaction flashes in her eyes for a moment before she changes her train of thought and focuses on her daily routine. She has no sympathy for those who step between herself and her goals. The orc's earlier attack had ruined her chances at training at a new location for a while. Now she had to wait for a new, more tolerant group to appear. She couldn't travel with just anyone and the task of finding worthy meat-shields was proving difficult lately.