1 pointDaçiana laughed and slapped Xara on the back. "I knew I always liked you for a reason!" Xara grinned and flagged the bartender down for another round. As she and the orc handed their emptied mugs over the bar, Xara leaned back, exhaling. "Yer doin' a fine job keepin' up with me here. Been awhile since someone gave me a run fer my drink." "You should've seen me before," Daçiana said. "Tahz gave me this green stuff from his home and I didn't realize you were supposed to sip it slowly. Apparently not doing so kills most people. I downed the whole thing, and it was the first thing that even made me feel it after about ten other drinks." "That's so wild, that you ended up like that," Xara said. "Inside the body of a demon hunter, but in charge?" "It's been a long, strange journey," Daçiana agreed. She turned to put her back to the counter, accepting the mug the bartender handed her with a nod. "But after ten millennia, I'm finally free again, and that's all that matters." Xara paused infinitesimally before she said, "Ain't it, though?" and laughed again. "So what are you up ta these days?" "Just running around with Gunheya," Daçiana said. "Doing whatever we want. Sometimes helping solve problems. Mostly because he wants to." "Mostly, huh?" Xara said, taking a sip of her drink. "Sometimes I worry about the fate of Azeroth and all that," Daçiana said, waving her hand, "but most of the time I don't. I just want to live my life, you know?" "Of course," Xara agreed smoothly. "Do you ever run into anyone else and have ta explain things?" "Not really," Daçiana said. She shrugged. "Most of them wouldn't recognize me, I think. Any of my past Heralds would, most likely, the ones who are alive anyway, and probably Jazziks and Naheal, and maybe a couple others, but the others, they're not as attuned as you." She cast her gaze over Xara. "I still want to know about the blue dog." "She's doing her own thing at the moment," Xara said vaguely. "So Gunheya knows the whole story? Or no?" "I'm not lying to him if that's what you're asking," Daçiana said. "I haven't told him my entire life story but he knows the gist of it. He saw me when I was freed and in my true form, before I fell." Xara frowned, rubbing her head. "That whole thing is sort of a haze to me," she admitted. "I guess dyin' and gettin' resurrected will do that to a person. Thanks fer that, by the way," she added, slowly. "Pretty much the literal least I could do at that point," Daçiana said, tossing back her drink. Xara gave the other female a look of wary surprise, but quickly covered it with a chuckle. "And then ya came back from the dead too -- how?" "It's pretty hard to kill a being like me," Daçiana said. "Goldrinn fell in the War of the Ancients too but you still see him running around. Me, I just fell a little harder, was corrupted for awhile. Then they banished me to the twilight realm, and you know what the deal was for awhile after that. Throwing me into the twisting nether though... If I hadn't been so fel-tainted by then, I probably never would have made it back." She reflected for a moment. "This last time, I barely had the energy to reformulate. It'll be a long time till I'm any power to speak of." "Huh," Xara said with a tone of interest. "And then what?" Daçiana cast Xara an amused look. Setting the empty mug down, she turned to face the other woman, leaning forward. Xara straightened, putting a surprised look on her face, but it wasn't enough. "Don't think I can't tell what you're doing," Daçiana said. "There's more than one way to hunt, and you're particularly good at this one, but you're talking to the embodiment of the Hunt, the Prime Predator, the Beast Who Knows No Fear." Deep in her eyes, locked on Xara's, there was a flicker of an amber flame, not even an ember, but the heart of a fire unextinguished nonetheless. Xara remembered the sound of howling. Then, Daçiana leaned back. "But you don't have anything to be worried about. I don't hunt for no reason anymore. I respect the cycle of nature, I believe in balance and life. All right?" The fear and anger Xara had been studiously hiding, in order to interrogate this being and determine how much of a threat she was, came boiling out in a low spoken statement. "You hurt a lot of people, Accalia." "Don't call me that," Daçiana said, irritated. She didn't look back at Xara. "There's nothing I can do about that now, is there? If anyone wants to come take a piece out of my hide for it, they're welcome to try." The words were pointed. "And now you get to just run around and do whatever you want?" Xara put her mug down on the counter with a clonk. "You don't even feel GUILTY?" Daçiana did look at Xara then, a long, level look. "I am what I am," she says. "You either understand that, or don't." Xara sat back, shocked with understanding. "You're not capable of feeling guilty," she said. "Just like you're not capable of feeling fear." Daçiana cocked her head slightly in acknowledgment. "I'm not happy about what I did these past millennia," she said. "But I'm going to live my life now. And I'm no threat to you, or anyone you care about, and certainly not Azeroth. You don't have to pretend to be happy I'm around. You live your life, and I'll live mine. Deal?" "How do I know you won't someday be a threat again?" Xara said. Daçiana shrugged. "Anyone can fall," she said, "Anyone can get corrupted. Doesn't mean everyone should be destroyed just in case. Trust me, no corruption survived the crucible I went through. I'm surprised I survived." "Pardon me if I don't just take your word for it," Xara said with an edge. Daçiana smirked, flashing a fang again. "Good. There's no one else I'd rather have watching me." She rose from the barstool. Taking out a few gold coins from her pocket, she dropped them onto the counter. Xara rose as well, uneasy about not being on her feet when Accalia -- Daçiana -- was on hers. On the floor beside her stool, Lupa continued to watch warily, but no longer held herself ready to pounce. Daçiana glanced down at the cat and grinned, an amused baring of teeth that the cat didn't react to in the slightest. "By the way, call me Dachi," Daçiana said. With a wave over her shoulder, she turned and walked out of the tavern. "Refill, please," Xara said to the bartender, and sat back down. "And keep 'em coming."