KillerMaid

"Oh, we must have tea at your new home, Pierre!" Everything was simple. It was another promise to meet a friend, to see something new, to get away from troubles, and speak over tea. It never came. Malna never got to see the inside of his new home or have tea with the man. She was left standing outside the door with a pie in hand, waiting for a dead man who would never reply.

I am so sorry that I am dead. Those were the first words in the letter. He was sorry. There was no need to be sorry- the guilt ate away at the woman as she stared down at the letter. Despite all her mistakes, all her flaws, the man looked up to her. Now there was no body left for her to grieve: Only a letter, an empty home, and a family. All she could remember was seeing his face as a young man, how he looked up to her with such hope. There was nothing to look at but a small charcoal sketch made from memory. "I'm the one who should be sorry."

What are your opinions on the current nations?

Malna hadn't seen of her passing until later... she had been trying to help her hometown, visiting less and less and telling herself that she would visit soon. She was going to, she had told herself she'd come down and bring all sorts of dishes for them to try. She was gone, her daughter was gone. And all she could remember was the small confused little girl she met on Aevos and she cried. She lost her daughter and the reality of loosing her son-in-law hit her like a splash of cold water icing her veins. "I'm so sorry Savannah-" There was a new portrait in her collection, Savannah smiling off into the distance with her children.

"Don't cause too much trouble alright?" Those were the last words Malna spoke to the man, a bright smile on her face as she planned to make something the next time they met. There was no next time, and there wouldn't be any more gifts, dances, or laughs together. The only thing left was a simple novice portrait, along with the almost 50 others she kept with her or on the walls of her home. There was a small bit of text at the bottom "The best old troublemaker I knew."

Malna, who didn't get an invite had no idea of the wedding happening. But surely she will find out after the fact (Congrats to Val and Nerium lol)

[OOC I know... but Gruul will be forever remembered, Fav orc #1]

Malna had seen the missive as she was in the capital, staring down at it like the words on the paper would jump out and talk to her at any moment. Her memories flicker like a candle every so often. "It'll be fine! We've gone through wars like this?" "What's the point of it when you aren't involved?" "I can't just hurt my friends, no matter the side." Malna knew nothing would be right, but what use would someone dead have? Everything would be fine, but she would mourn all the blood spilled at the end of the day.

"What?. . ." A pit in her stomach devoured any sense of security she had in him being safe, in him getting better. The last she ever saw of her nephew was him grieving, of him sobbing as he didn't know if it would ever get better. It had to get better. It never got better, and now there was another portrait on her wall, faint pencil marks in blue covering the edges of it. "I didn't want my nephew to die, he was getting better-"

Malna had paused her cooking, quite a bit of food being prepared for this very feast. "I need to remember I am technically a knight now... Knight of cooking more or less" The joke was said to no one, or perhaps her husband, if he was in the kitchen nearby.

I knew you'd pull some question like this. I honestly do not have a favorite, BUT, on the topic of how many kids Malna has.... I could not tell you. She has adopted or considers way too many people as her kids. The most honorable mention being the ice construct Boreas ( @Sparkpowder ty for putting up with all that I do)

I'm assuming you meant "Beat" instead of bet. Mostly just luck when rolling. They both won a round.