In her room, Neli was cutting the vegetables, and then the meat, for cooking in the kitchen. She was making a meal for her husband. Service felt good to her, to be unselfish, to relax.
It had been a busy week. She had collided with a vrolock, and bested it in feats of magic, with the help of the Eilistraeen Priestess.
She will be one to watch.\
She then sent out a message of respect to the Dark Fey Vrolock for interfering with her hunt. It allowed the beleaguered undead to escape at will, for she had ineptly dumped all of her attack magics into a few powerful spells and left herself open to attack. Even a picky Killer like Nelithia succumbed to temptation. It was a matter of respect, a thumb of her nose at the dark forces.
After all, it was her herd.
Neli didn't intend to interfere with the vrolock but it was a matter of Pride... and a painful lesson to keep her guard up. Neli had dropped hers once and the Vrolock was quick enough to exploit it. It wouldn't happen again. Neli suspected the vampire wouldn't let her guard down again either.
She is inexperienced in the hunt, but she is no fool. Her kind learns quick.
"Don't remind me..."