I figure that yes, some heros kill, but they don't have to be happy about it. This young wood elf scout, dressed in light leather and dragon scale armour, is one of those people. She has recently slaughtered a trespasser in her tribal borderlands, and has gone to a nearby brook to quench her thirst and clean her sword after the battle. Having rinsed her gleaming weapon, she leans it against a ruined pillar and bends her head to drink. But, upon catching sight of her reflection, she flinches away with a sorowful cry. For the briefest instant, she did not see her beautiful face. Only the image of a murderer.