Elizia
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Elizia's attention seemed occupied by the painting now, after she got a good look at the elf woman of course. Sure enough, she was the same one that she had spotted in that crowd when she first arrived.
Why the painting?
Hard to say. Perhaps the scene felt... Familiar to her somehow, reminding her of the calamity Elvarg had caused Crandor and its survivors. While she didn't let it show, she had been fearfull of the dragon. After all, that dragon had destroyed what was once a thriving civilization after she had been awoken from her slumber.
It even went out of its way to decimate the survivors that fled to Edgeville, and many thought that Elvarg would soon strike down upon the rest of Gielinor, but for the time being, the beast had been content remaining where it was, amidst the desolate place it had created for itself.
She remembered the searing pain as she held up her shield to protect herself against that dragon's devastating flames... The fire retardant coating barely held, despite it being designed expressly to counteract such a thing, and each time, the shield grew heavier and heavier, and her arm began to grow numb. All the while she was striking at Elvarg over and over every little chance she got, not even sure if she would win.
In that moment... She wondered if she would become another casualty, another skeleton to add to the many charred bones that lay in the dragon's lair, but... In spite of that very real possibility, a burning feeling still welled up in her chest as she remembered all the lives Elvarg had taken, without a single shred of remorse or pity.
With that, a sudden rush of andrenaline had coursed through her body, and at her next opening, her eyes found a weak point in the dragon's scales, a place in which years upon years of adventurers striking it had finally given way. With that, she seized the moment and drove her hasta deep into Elvarg's heart, putting the dragon down once and for all...
...
Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by someone, one of the cultists in fact commenting about the painting. Although she jumped just a little, she disguised it by taking a small step back and turning around to face the man who had spoken, managing somewhat of a wry smile, hiding her true feelings for the time being.
"It's certainly... Unforgettable." She said.
Although, while her curiousity was peaked, she decided to refrain from asking what the dragon in that painting was called. After all, she was supposed to be posing as an Cultist, right?
And besides, she might be able to find the answer herself with a little looking. That shrine nearby might be a good start, after she dealt with this little conversation anyways.