[An Epic Journey]

Ambrosia frowns with distaste as the angel goes forth into a world of pain and death. Though her expression lasts only a moment, as the battle clears she have resumed her neutral tone.
The man had just ordered them dead, but she felt like there were far less brutal ways to end that.
Then again, she couldn't expect much else from an angel. They were far too eager to kill and maim even if it was indirectly. Indeed, especially if it was indirectly.

"Are we done here then?" She turns to the merchant. "The humans here are no different from the drow in the terms of hospitality it seems, so we better leave as soon as possible."