'This is insane,' Jack thought for the hundredth time since agreeing to Sera's escort proposal. 'Traveling to commune with a god, guided by religious fanatics, protected by a woman who finds creative ways to describe disemboweling people during training sessions.'
[Analysis: Your survival probability has increased by 347% with Lady Nightshade's participation. However, psychological trauma probability has increased by 892%.]
'That's... not particularly reassuring.'
"KNOCK!"
"KNOCK!"
"KNOCK!"
The sharp rap of knuckles against his chamber door interrupted Jack's internal spiral of doubt. When he opened it, Sera stood in the doorway like a predatory shadow given human form.
She'd traded her usual black leather training armor for traveling gear that somehow managed to look both practical and menacing. Dark leather pants hugged her lithe frame, while a fitted tunic of midnight blue emphasized her curves.
