Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160701214926/@comment-25126355-20160706134332

Anariel sat between her husband and the prince. Varla-Nal (as always) to her left, Coridal to her right. As the servants brought out the first course and wine was poured, the dinner guests began to talk and laugh and the room filled with a rather rare sound for the private wing of the Palace. It sounded happy. They sounded happy. Coridal's far more outgoing nature was surely the reason for that.

Every now and again, Anariel would smile very softly, but sweetly at her husband, reassuring him, hoping he would enjoy the dinner. His brooding nature often darkened such events, for him, at the very least. Sometime into the dinner, however, as the courses of food were changed, a barely distinct sound emanated in the room.

Anariel, at first, barely paid any attention to it. However, as it became more prominent, she couldn't help but hear something. "Does anyone else hear... bells?" She asked, looking around the table. As the guests grew quieter, due to her sudden inquiry, the sound of bells became more predominant in the room. They were coming from outside... From the lower districts of the city.