As much as she wanted to argue that they weren't uncouth barbarians who didn't already have roads, baths and gods before the Romans, Quinn knew they'd never agree much on that point. Each side had their bad points, and good, but it was an argument that was pointless to try and win.
"Right," she said on a sigh of her own. "Guess th'best thing t'do is jes agree t'disagree about Rome. Otherwise, we'll be here until hell freezes over. Literally."
Quinn listened to Mark's story with a mix of shock and anger. The Druids had always been the clergy to her crown, and she'd never had a real say in what they did, or how they did it. And what they did to Mark and the men of his unit made her furious, mostly at herself for giving them free reign to do whatever they wanted.
When Mark showed her the tattoo, she could only stare in disbelief. The snake that curled around his arm was no ordinary ink job. The scales were almost incandescent and the beast itself seemed to flex on its own. Oh, she'd heard of this curse. This was the sum total of all Druidic wrath. Apparently, they hadn't been too fond of Romans, either, and took her at her word.
She was fairly certain her eyes flashed with anger. If those Druids weren't two thousand years dead already, she'd kill them herself. This was above and beyond what she'd had in mind, and even after all this time, she was livid with the abuse of her authority.
Quinn took a compulsive gulp of water, knowing the Merlot would only fuel her temper. She willed herself to be calm before speaking again.
"Mark, th'only thing I know of the Viper's Bane is tha' it's performed by five Druids; one each for Earth, Air, Fire, Water and Spirit," she said, her eyes still on the tattoo. "As to th'actual ritual and whatnot that goes into th'curse, I havenae clue."
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"Right," she said on a sigh of her own. "Guess th'best thing t'do is jes agree t'disagree about Rome. Otherwise, we'll be here until hell freezes over. Literally."
Quinn listened to Mark's story with a mix of shock and anger. The Druids had always been the clergy to her crown, and she'd never had a real say in what they did, or how they did it. And what they did to Mark and the men of his unit made her furious, mostly at herself for giving them free reign to do whatever they wanted.
When Mark showed her the tattoo, she could only stare in disbelief. The snake that curled around his arm was no ordinary ink job. The scales were almost incandescent and the beast itself seemed to flex on its own. Oh, she'd heard of this curse. This was the sum total of all Druidic wrath. Apparently, they hadn't been too fond of Romans, either, and took her at her word.
She was fairly certain her eyes flashed with anger. If those Druids weren't two thousand years dead already, she'd kill them herself. This was above and beyond what she'd had in mind, and even after all this time, she was livid with the abuse of her authority.
Quinn took a compulsive gulp of water, knowing the Merlot would only fuel her temper. She willed herself to be calm before speaking again.
"Mark, th'only thing I know of the Viper's Bane is tha' it's performed by five Druids; one each for Earth, Air, Fire, Water and Spirit," she said, her eyes still on the tattoo. "As to th'actual ritual and whatnot that goes into th'curse, I havenae clue."