An uncharacteristic laugh eeks past her lips at the feigned shock; without expression carved into the mask, it is made all the more amusing and childlike. Anju sneaks her fingers to pluck as close to the pieces Ludo chooses as she can, spirit at ease and free to be impish and impetuous for once.
"Stormbreak is well-defended against Abandoned - and Ascended, I assume - but waiting for them to come to us...it does not sit right with me." For all their defenses, at times Anju feels like a lion pacing the edges of her cage, feeling trapped instead of secure. "I am a Dragoon. I am expected to remain here to defend the city - but can I not seek to fight in other ways?" A philosophical query more than a direct question as her loyalties - only ever two; her blade, and the deity before her - threaten to tie her into knots. "If their souls can be released, perhaps it will weaken The Voice. I only have my blade and my faith, but I would help Mort's daughter however I can."
"Stormbreak is well-defended against Abandoned - and Ascended, I assume - but waiting for them to come to us...it does not sit right with me." For all their defenses, at times Anju feels like a lion pacing the edges of her cage, feeling trapped instead of secure. "I am a Dragoon. I am expected to remain here to defend the city - but can I not seek to fight in other ways?" A philosophical query more than a direct question as her loyalties - only ever two; her blade, and the deity before her - threaten to tie her into knots. "If their souls can be released, perhaps it will weaken The Voice. I only have my blade and my faith, but I would help Mort's daughter however I can."
Anju
