[Shadow Mask]

A person quietly slid inside the tent, cautiously looked at the scene before her. And much to her own surprise, shivered. All this pain, death, blood... She was used to it, even more - she was ready to cause it daily -, but right now she felt deep dislike for it.
"What I am doing here anyways?" Shadow Mask asked her self. Shouldn't she be with royalists who could promise something as a fine reward in the end, if they won? Why was she with the poor, the unprepared? And why she was here, in battle field in the first place? That damned man...
With a sigh, the girl headed to one of small cupboards and started looking trough for some oinment to put on her wounds to sooth the pain, as the main healer was not present. "Something against headache would be good, too," she murmured to her self.