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revenge once the paladin was gone.
Senyan’s ears perked up when the paladin uttered his name. “How would he know me?” he asked silently.
Corse replied, “Do not ask questions, just watch. Watch and learn. Your time for revenge will come, and you will want this information.”
His eyes widened as he heard the confession from him about how she was set up from day one. Maybe it wasn’t her, after all. He would keep an eye on this paladin, though. He could prove quite useful later on.
“Was it really her fault, Corse?” There was no answer. It wasn’t the first time Corse had failed to answer.
Not the first time you have left me Corse…..how odd that you would choose now…I wonder what takes you away.
Senyan continued to watch as the paladin verbally assaulted Arwenna’s tortured soul. The man eventually left through the portal, his words more damaging to Arwenna than raping her had been. Shoulders dropped in defeat, the only thing holding her upright were the nails in her hands and ropes on her wrists. Her shoulders heaved from the silent struggle within her own soul. He glided towards her, her forlorn form too wracked with guilt and grief to hear him. A hand reached out, ready to strike a deadly blow, when something caught his eye. There, on her shoulder, a mark of Hauk peeked through what remained of her dress. Curious, he traced the mark without touching her. She really wasn’t one of them, he realized. She never had been. He took a step back and began to cast a simple spell to mend her clothing. Perhaps he would kill her someday, but it wouldn’t be today.
Another flash just outside of his field of vision, and a presence that he did not recognize but still knew to fear began to approach. Quickly, he melted away into the darkness. His mind struggled to decide if what he saw was real or just another one of Corse’s illusions.
He awoke in a room, not unlike most rooms. This one felt very much his somehow. The furnishings were finely crafted but not ornate, a small fire burned in the fireplace. It gave off no heat, though. Yet the room remained neither hot nor cold. As he looked around, the door opened and a group of men walked in. The paladin was with them. He had a look of someone who had lost something. A priest stepped forward. Senyan blinked his eyes, trying to remember where he’d seen him before.
“Welcome back, Lord Senyan. We are here to take you to Lord Corse.” The priest looked at him expectantly.
Chapter Seven
A rwenna smiled at Lexi as she giggled uncontrollably at the sight of her as a blonde. “It’s not really your color, Cousin. It does nothing to bring out your eyes,” she giggled a bit more.
Y’Dürkie sighed. “I know. It is not quite right. But ve von’t have to vorry about someone recognizink us much. Ve have been out of touch for over a month. Ve have to go into this Salsburg and try to get some information. There”, she gave a final pass with the brush through Arwenna’s hair. “That is about as good as I can make it.”
“There’s something missing, though.” Lexi stood up and rummaged through her pack. “I found this ages ago, Arwenna. I think it’s yours.” She handed her a small cloth-wrapped bundle.
Arwenna took it, curiosity written on her face. She slowly unwrapped it. Inside lay a small hair comb, like one a child would use. The wood was singed in places, as if it had survived a great fire. In the center, a starburst was carved into the piece. Arwenna slowly traced the design with her fingers in awe, then looked up at her cousin. “How? Where? This was lost when the village was raided.”
Lexi sat in front of her and gently took the comb from
Senyan’s ears perked up when the paladin uttered his name. “How would he know me?” he asked silently.
Corse replied, “Do not ask questions, just watch. Watch and learn. Your time for revenge will come, and you will want this information.”
His eyes widened as he heard the confession from him about how she was set up from day one. Maybe it wasn’t her, after all. He would keep an eye on this paladin, though. He could prove quite useful later on.
“Was it really her fault, Corse?” There was no answer. It wasn’t the first time Corse had failed to answer.
Not the first time you have left me Corse…..how odd that you would choose now…I wonder what takes you away.
Senyan continued to watch as the paladin verbally assaulted Arwenna’s tortured soul. The man eventually left through the portal, his words more damaging to Arwenna than raping her had been. Shoulders dropped in defeat, the only thing holding her upright were the nails in her hands and ropes on her wrists. Her shoulders heaved from the silent struggle within her own soul. He glided towards her, her forlorn form too wracked with guilt and grief to hear him. A hand reached out, ready to strike a deadly blow, when something caught his eye. There, on her shoulder, a mark of Hauk peeked through what remained of her dress. Curious, he traced the mark without touching her. She really wasn’t one of them, he realized. She never had been. He took a step back and began to cast a simple spell to mend her clothing. Perhaps he would kill her someday, but it wouldn’t be today.
Another flash just outside of his field of vision, and a presence that he did not recognize but still knew to fear began to approach. Quickly, he melted away into the darkness. His mind struggled to decide if what he saw was real or just another one of Corse’s illusions.
He awoke in a room, not unlike most rooms. This one felt very much his somehow. The furnishings were finely crafted but not ornate, a small fire burned in the fireplace. It gave off no heat, though. Yet the room remained neither hot nor cold. As he looked around, the door opened and a group of men walked in. The paladin was with them. He had a look of someone who had lost something. A priest stepped forward. Senyan blinked his eyes, trying to remember where he’d seen him before.
“Welcome back, Lord Senyan. We are here to take you to Lord Corse.” The priest looked at him expectantly.
Chapter Seven
A rwenna smiled at Lexi as she giggled uncontrollably at the sight of her as a blonde. “It’s not really your color, Cousin. It does nothing to bring out your eyes,” she giggled a bit more.
Y’Dürkie sighed. “I know. It is not quite right. But ve von’t have to vorry about someone recognizink us much. Ve have been out of touch for over a month. Ve have to go into this Salsburg and try to get some information. There”, she gave a final pass with the brush through Arwenna’s hair. “That is about as good as I can make it.”
“There’s something missing, though.” Lexi stood up and rummaged through her pack. “I found this ages ago, Arwenna. I think it’s yours.” She handed her a small cloth-wrapped bundle.
Arwenna took it, curiosity written on her face. She slowly unwrapped it. Inside lay a small hair comb, like one a child would use. The wood was singed in places, as if it had survived a great fire. In the center, a starburst was carved into the piece. Arwenna slowly traced the design with her fingers in awe, then looked up at her cousin. “How? Where? This was lost when the village was raided.”
Lexi sat in front of her and gently took the comb from
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