The Pendant

Kirsi fingered the pendant now around her neck. She hadn't even been able to wear it after her husband's death, the memories were just too strong. Now it was more comforting, especially with the strange protection it seemed to be offering her. Since the city seemed to burning down around her, both the physical protection and the constant reminder that someone had cared for her were invaluable.
The past few days seemed like such a whirlwind, but Kirsi hoped that she could find more purpose in this than in fighting alone. However, she was having trouble forgetting the events at the guild house. She wondered if her lack of sympathy and remorse for the man they had killed were due to his twisted nature or to the coldness growing inside her. He certainly deserved death but she wasn't sure if the decision should have been so easy or made so lightly. As she touched the necklace she made a promise to be more cautious of the road she was walking down; she did not want it to be the same as that of the Efreeti.