No Friends, No Foes: A Story of a Female Warrior

She sipped her ale slowly, savouring the bitter taste and the warmth that spread through her body. She ignored the noise and the smell of the tavern, focusing on her own thoughts. She had a dagger on the table in front of her, a clear sign that she was not interested in any company or conversation. She had enough trouble of her own, and she did not need any more.

She had scars and wounds that would never heal, both on her skin and in her soul. She had no family, no home, no loyalty to anyone but herself. She lived for the thrill of the fight, the challenge of the quest, the reward of the gold.

She had succeeded, but not without a cost. She had barely escaped with her life, and she had lost two of her companions in the process. She felt a pang of guilt and sorrow for them, but she quickly pushed it away. They knew the risks, they made their choice. They were not her friends, just her allies.

She finished her ale and ordered another one.