Diablo 3: The Reaper of Souls (30 page)

Josen shifted his weight slightly. "There is word also that the townspeople are... thankful."

The sawyer's daughter rose, glancing at Josen as she did so. There were three gashes, still healing, across the left side of his face.

"What of Delios?" Valla asked.

"Taken care of," Josen replied. Valla waited for further explanation. The master hunter only eyed her impassively.

"I've heard whisperings..." she said. "Premonitions from those gifted with precognitive ability... that a star will fall in Tristram seven days from now."

Josen's eyes took Valla's measure. "You heard true. The falling star is believed to be a sign of the Prophecy. The others have asked that I send our best hunter to investigate."

Valla pulled an item from beneath her armor. A moment of silence passed between them, broken finally by Josen.

"What you did—"

"Was a gamble. But it worked."

The sawyer's daughter unfolded the letter she had written in Havenwood, bent down, and placed it before the grave, setting a rock atop it. "Told you I'd come visit," she whispered.

She stood and looked at her mentor.

"Everything's a test, you're fond of saying. Life is a test. I failed at the ruins... but this is a test I passed. And I learned much from it. I learned that we truly can be our own worst enemies. But I also learned that no matter how much the demons may destroy, they cannot destroy hope."

The setting sun reflected in Valla's eyes. "It may be effective for you to simply turn off your emotions, but that is not my way. It was liberating, for a time, to live with the promise of a different life. To live a contented lie."

How easy it would be to go back to living that lie, Valla thought. Josen stared at her with that appraising gaze of his.

Valla went on, "It was a good dream... but for now it must remain just that—a dream."

The sawyer's daughter pulled her hood up. "I'm back. I'm back, and I'm ready... to continue the hunt."

She turned away.

"Where do you think you're going?" Josen asked flatly.

"Tristram. The others asked you to send the best. I am the best. I'm going, and you have less than a few heartbeats to try and stop me."

Valla waited with her back to the master hunter, then lifted her scarf... An instant later she strode away, crested a rise, and was gone from sight.

Josen watched, and if there had been an observer present, that person would have witnessed an anomaly: something playing at the master hunter's lips, something that resembled... a smile.