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@LovelyAnastasia @Belle @Fallenreaper @Forett

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"My will..." The ancient voice was slow and there was a dangerous tone to it. A tone that boded no ill to friend or foe who stood before them. Power that Thymund would recognize flickered about the room along the halls that could not be seen in the darkness. To Kaeleer it felt like Falk, but slightly off. A shimmer of power that was slightly lesser. Perhaps Falk was layering a lesser spell, perhaps not. "This winter-born fae was found preaching his words of my ill." There would normally be humor of this but something had triggered their lord's temper and that was rare indeed. His eyes gleamed with the unholy green light that filled the sky before a storm. His power sending shadows rippling like small waves upon the northern ocean. "More than that, he was gathering followers in a potential uprising. Followers from the Styggian Company and the Winter Forces." Falk continued, naming the army from Under the Mountain and the legions within the Winter's silent mountains. His gaze turned from Kaeleer to focus on Thymund with a singular question. "Have you found anything within this city?" It was no much a question as a order.


Bianca watched the young human go. She was human herself as well, but the old woman had lived- and loved- among the Fae. She found this life better than the one she had left, but that was not so common in these dark Halls. Most who came here were snatched by promises they didn't mean to make and didn't last too long before digging themselves further into debt than they could pay back. But it was as it was, she could not stop nor divert the path of others. Fate had a road before all of them, or so her lover had told her. Bianca had yet to hear such a thing as wrong.

Noah walks into a large room. Couches, chairs, and stools spread about the room and tables within some circles of them. A large fireplace roared at either end of the room and a piano sat off to one side of the center pillar. The music was sweet and pure. People- humans- came and went as they would. Carrying mending, books and such. To talk or do the typical actives of a group amongst themselves.