Restraint

⟬ Port Town Jad, Restful Hen Inn, some time later... ⟭ 

Tycondrius was tempted to kill them all. 

Doing so would alleviate his mood.

...But wanton murder tended to have bothersome consequences. 

The current-him... had great *difficulty* recognizing those consequences.

--which was a convincing reason to avoid making a rash decision. 

The woman's name was Neerin Neelia. 

⟬ Neerin Neelia, Sky-Rank Blue Dragon. Heavenly Strategist. ⟭ 

She was wearing a respectable set of enchanted battle regalia, comprising hundreds of mithril scales. Her posture was impeccable and her short, light brown hair was tied into a neat ponytail, as per general military regulations. 

Tycon found no fault in her professional mien... nor in her bearing or in the nature of her commands. 

She carried a curved blade on her side-- a sword type he was deeply familiar with. The fact should have been a means to identify with her.