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[Nyxanna ab'Arawn]

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There arent many things that would draw Myrddin to Umbra, there are not many things that made the Wolf King leave the strength of his numbers, his pack.

Yet some weaknesses were not inherently part of you, but inherently about you. His weakness stood now asking the barkeep questions. To which, the Barkeep replied nothing. In fact he winced moving from Nyxanna as if she was a plague. Her ire rising the confused Nyxanna shook her head. Why would no one speak to her, why did it seem as if the Matriarch of Umbra was something taboo to speak of?

An imminent feeling of danger overcame her and she began to doubt the accuracy of the book she had found. Encyclopedia Umbratica. Angry she questioned again, Why do you ignore me?.

Danger was in the face of her own father as he moved quietly and quickly towards the voice, the voice of his injured daughter as she foolishly put herself in mortal harm. Come with me Nyxanna there is no time.. She refused, this odd man that appeared before her became a threat, not a friend. His arm snaked about her waist, there is no time Nyxanna I am sorry...

Murder, Thief put me down! She fought for every inch of her life from the very man who had given her life. Even later as he tried to explain to her, whom he was... tiny doubts lay in her mind.

What was in Umbra that this man, this person who said he was her father, did not wish her to see?