Athelis sighs and gathers the nerve to go back home, a hood pulled up. “I request an audience with Lord Sorensen.” A gruff, older male version of Athelis bursts out of his chambers at the request. “Make this quick I have a battle to get to.” Athelis removes her hood, and everyone in the room gasps, and her father stands angrily. Athelis bows to the ground as the lord bellows, “What are you doing in my house?! Did you think it was in good humor when I disowned you?” Athelis’ voice is quiet. “No, sir. I came to return this,” she holds up the ring. “My team won the Brotherband competition, and the glory goes to you, my lord.” “Good. Now get out of my sight, you rotten filth,” her father barks. Athelis stands and leaves. She finds an inn to stay at.