Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170702143317/@comment-24685738-20170715224656

Rhaela stepped into the courtyard, looking more relaxed and refreshed than she had in all the time that her 'employees' had known her. Her black hair was freshly washed, hanging in damp ringlets down her back, and her jade-green eyes shined in the morning sun. Merax, too, had been bathed and cleaned, and it appeared that she had found him something to eat.

Arik came out after her, running his hands through his silvery hair, just in time to hear the exchange between Arctus and Taeris. "He's right." The Prince pointed out, agreeing with Twinblade. "Aerion isn't an idiot, he'll surely head here next after he combs the area around Crowhaven."

He looked around the courtyard. It was a pleasant home, and one that designated the wealth of the Theronians, but it was also very hard to build a manor in the middle of a city that was able to withstand the might of a legion. "We're leaving."