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These boys amused Anya with their sparring and small shows of bravado, and she tried not to consider just how dead they could be if the Dragonborn appeared. She was the oldest and had the most combat under her belt, but only because she'd lived through the war as a child. Whenever she could, she'd avoided heavy fighting. She wasn't built for it.
Virk's insanity could carry him through, but it could also get him killed. Roggvar was, for lack of a better term, scrappy, and Remy...well, Remy worried her the most. His machines were devilishly clever, but she wasn't sure they could make up for size and strength in battle.
Despite little evidence, Anya had a strong suspicion that the vampire who took Seryn was in league with the Dragonborn, mostly because of his sudden and unexplained appearance, and he had given them quite a lot of trouble. They were all exhausted when he got there, admittedly, so it was hard to tell what they could have done at full strength. The only thing that kept her from abandoning this group was the slight guilt that haunted her whenever she considered it. She wasn't the best of them, but her age and experience made her feel like she should be the leader, and the arrogance of that idea made her uncomfortable.
She followed the three of them outside. Previously, she would have taken Roggvar's lack of invitation an an insult, but she'd come to understand that most of the things he did were not meant that way. "Machines would be good practice, yes, Remy," she said, sitting on the ground with her legs crossed. "But it would be a lot of work for you, building them to just allow them to be destroyed."
Virk's insanity could carry him through, but it could also get him killed. Roggvar was, for lack of a better term, scrappy, and Remy...well, Remy worried her the most. His machines were devilishly clever, but she wasn't sure they could make up for size and strength in battle.
Despite little evidence, Anya had a strong suspicion that the vampire who took Seryn was in league with the Dragonborn, mostly because of his sudden and unexplained appearance, and he had given them quite a lot of trouble. They were all exhausted when he got there, admittedly, so it was hard to tell what they could have done at full strength. The only thing that kept her from abandoning this group was the slight guilt that haunted her whenever she considered it. She wasn't the best of them, but her age and experience made her feel like she should be the leader, and the arrogance of that idea made her uncomfortable.
She followed the three of them outside. Previously, she would have taken Roggvar's lack of invitation an an insult, but she'd come to understand that most of the things he did were not meant that way. "Machines would be good practice, yes, Remy," she said, sitting on the ground with her legs crossed. "But it would be a lot of work for you, building them to just allow them to be destroyed."