Standing upon a boulder protruding from the plains, there she was, Litrakq.
The city lord had no idea of what she was called, but it was pretty damned obvious that she was the leader of those troops, he was fairly certain that he had seen her already standing on that rock before the battle even began.
She had just returned to it after the efforts to breach the city proved fruitless, and somehow, it seemed like everything, but the rock she was on had been struck by the dragon's infernal breath.
Litrakq stared back at the lord, and scowled, which made for a most appalling spectacle, even if she was the most beautiful of the dirt-bloods, there wasn't a world where anyone would say it like that, it would be more appropriate to say that she was the least repulsive of her disgusting kind.
