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Gryss ab'Arawn · Visitor Joined: 12 Dec 2006 Posts: 9 Location: Umbra

Gryss ab'Arawn walked down the streets of Umbra now, pondering what next move to make with what information he had just uncovered. Not knowing where to go next, he brought himself to the bank's steps in Umbra to sit down and consider all that had passed. His cloak felt heavier now for some reason, like another burden had just been cast upon his shoulders. He held it firm though, and sat up in the correct posture that he should, as any ab'Arawn male should.

Looking up to the stars now, Gryss pondered truly now what his existence was for. The stars were fading now, fading out in the sun that rose over the dead trees to the west. The day was upon him, and he had to retire, but no time soon would he forget the talk that transgressed this evening. Taking his spare hand hand now, he swept what strands hung off his hair onto his ear and rose to a stand once again. As he began to turn, heading to the Sepulcher to retire he looked over his shoulder back at the tent bar he had just left, remembering her faces, and her emotions, that he had reaped through the words he had sown into her.

"He will be found...", he spoke to himself, and with that he walked away into the night, into the deady haunted woods to the north, to the home he had known for all his nights.

Without his bandana.

zeyla · Adventurer Joined: 23 Sep 2006 Posts: 87

Stay out of sight. Out of Umbra, he said to her after giving her the bandanna. But staying out of sight and being found only when one wanted to was a specialty of the rangers, wasn't it? It was not uncommon for weeks to pass before Zeyla encountered another person. So the problem did not lie with being unseen. The problem lay in the idea of the threat of the ab'Arawn family. Would they really come after her over a bandanna?

Perhaps they would. And though her talents in the forests were great, perhaps defiance toward them might not be such a good idea. She'd heard stories in the inns and taverns and hostelries around the lands. Did she really want to become entangled in a mess like those that could be caused by the Umbrans? No. Of course she didn't.

Zeyla took her leave of Umbra, with a sad look over her shoulder as she rode west. The city suited her. Its occupants were calm and unobtrusive. There was order here. And quiet. Oh, the blessed quiet darkness that was so similar to that of the deep forests. Unsure where she would go, she rode on.

Eventually she left the road.

Just in case.