Khy'eras

Cithrel nodded sullenly to the Quimellë’s warning and made a hasty retreat out the front doors of the Kelbé, passing another young, apprehensive looking elf as she slipped out into the crisp winter air. She wasn't entirely sure what the Quimellë had meant by her warning, but she would certainly cons...

Cithrel found herself face to face with the Quimellë a bit sooner than she'd prepared herself for. Stopping abruptly, listening attentively to the older elf, well used to the woman’s gruff manner and found herself smiling wryly by the end of her superior's update. Of course she’d already ascertained...

If it wasn't for Tirana’s shrill voice penetrating Cithrel’s slumber, the sudden, fierce vibrations of the Kelbe’s magical wards certainly would certinaly have been enough. Shooting bolt upright in bed, there was no chance of her remaining remotely sleepy. Scanning the room and then listening intent...