The fox-kin girl did not sleep at all that night.
She sat in a corner of a small abandoned house; she had found the house after she followed the address given by the necrolord outside the city walls.
The sack of gold lay heavy in her lap. The vial of potion glowed faintly in the darkness. And the strange emblem burned with a faint, cold light beside her.
Her fingers kept moving between them gold, potion, and emblem over and over. Each one whispered to her a different future.
Looking at the sack of gold, she felt that might be the smartest choice she could make at first, but her heart did not agree completely. A strange feeling told her to think again about her choice.
A simple life. A quiet village far away. She could live as a human with the potion, buy land, and never be hunted again.
