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[audrina]

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Audrina stood at the Umbra bridge gripping her warfork. She was waiting the arrival of Davaran, whom not only a half hour before she received a pidgeon from reading: "Meet me at the Umbra Bridge, I have news."

As he approached she kept her distance. Her meetings with Davaran were never something she enjoyed or looked forward to. Between the both of them it seemed as though neither had enjoyed the pleasure of life in quite sometime. Both seemed drained and cold.

"Letitia has passed." Davaran said quietly.

A few months ago that news would have instantly caused Audrina to weep, but now she only laughed. News of her only childs death seemed to overwelm her with happiness.

"That teaches you to let that elf of yours watch over your children."

"It was the mumps."

"Another Skyfire dead. I can not complain."

She walked off and stood against a house taking it what she had just heard. Davaran walked by, seemingly on his way home and she made it a point to stick her warfork into his back.

"Stop." she said.

They exchanged yet again more harsh words. Davaran was not happy with what Audrina had to say. He knocked the warfork from her hands and grasped her neck tightly with his bladed gloves. Audrina only laughed, she was not afraid to die. Niether was he.

"Umbra will fall. The Damned is much stronger." Davaran said.

"If that were true, Sanctus would not be far behind." She said laughing.

More words of that mold were hurled by Audrina and Davaran, until finally they both parted ways. Audrina thought to herself "Why would I have ever married him?", as she walked back towards the Sepulcher.

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