Tyr & Nazili

Nazili sits upright in the lotus position, trancing for the night, Krull’s head resting in her lap as he sleeps. Through meditation, Nazili forces her mind to travel far into the recesses of her subconscious. She passes a seemingly endless line of memories stowed away like prisoners in her head. She journeys further and further until she reaches a single black cell. She sits outside of it, staring into the bars at the prisoner within: a Nordic warrior tainted by shadows.

“I’m sorry.”

Two red eyes jolt upward in the darkness.

Nazili makes eye contact with Tyr. "You don't deserve to be locked up like this. That was not how it was supposed to be." Nazili puts her face right up next to the boundary between them. "I am making you a promise. I am going to return you to what you once were. One way or the other. We have a duty to each other, but I cannot allow this partnership to return until you are purified."

The growling of a dire wolf rumbles in the darkness, the eyes retreating and fading into the dark.

"We helped lay a madwoman to rest. People who get a kick out of needless bloodshed, those are the people we are here to exterminate. That's our purpose. Punish the wicked. Protect the innocent. That's who we are."

Nazili turns her back on Tyr, passing by the cells once more, returning to the world of a conscious mind.

She awakens, exhaling calmly, feeling a strange sort of satisfaction. These were the first steps.

Nazili's fingertips flit to the side of Krull's face. She strokes absentmindedly, listening to the sounds of the UnderDark, waiting for the rest of the group to awaken so they can get moving once more.