Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170307215353/@comment-5543592-20170311230228

Lambert had been up and in the middle of his morning tea when the bells started to toll. He sat up, lifting his head, curious.

Szeth stood nearby, and couldn't have been less interested in the noise.

Illena stumbled out of her room, still struggling into the sleeves of her shirt and jacket simultaneously, waving a sheathed Nightblood around.

"Attack?" She asked aloud to anyone in the hallway with her, as she hurried to the stairs. "What's going on?"