I was sitting back in my tent, with three high ranking priests and a dozen alchemists swarming around me like a hive of agitated bees, rushing to heal and purify to perfection all my poisoned burns I sustained that were mostly centred around my knuckles, forearms and lower half of my feet, while I continued to irritably stare at the two beaten and bruised behemoths I had managed subdue with such great difficulty today.
"It truly was unfortunate you lost that third one, but why are you so upset about it? Was gaining the third truly such a vital part of whatever plan you connived when you saw them?" The serene, yet cold and proud voice of my Eve echoed out next to me then, as she glided soundlessly around the frantic healers and to my side.
