Darragh was only half surprised when the Shieldmaiden stopped and turned to face him once more. He'd half expected her to give him the finger and keep on walking. Nevertheless, it was obvious that she must want the creature dead nearly as much as he did. It took a certain drive to put one's life at risk for a fool's errand; he recognized the glint of near insanity in her gaze. It matched what he saw every morning when he looked in the mirror.
She never lowered her weapons. "As a matter of fact, I do."
"I've read Sluagh: Demons of the Dark too. I've heard the legends. But what if the legends are wrong? What if, after all your tireless efforts, you finally have the chance to get up close and personal with the creature...and you're wrong?"
She sighed impatiently. "I've considered that, th
