Khy'eras

Mila crouched atop the building, eyes on Torren as he made his way through the streets. Across his back was a bag that contained the very precious ledger the Sparrows had managed - against all odds - to get from the White Hart tavern and the prideful Elves that worked from there. It had been interes...

"We are fucked." Out of the darkness, a knife whistled through the air, flying so close to the Kelbé guard that the man jumped back in surprise, turning to look in the direction where it had come from, lifting his blade and turning it horizontal. With a delighted laugh, Mila Glade sprung ...

Mila held out her hands as a sign of acceptance. "Fine! You have my word!" She shook her head and held out her hand for the bottle. "Living with Black?" She gave an amused grunt. "He's lucky then; wasn't so long ago I wouldn't have liked to live under his roof too. Good figh...

"That's hardly fair!" She smiled. "I always listened to your wise advice, I just chose to ignore it." The Half-Elf's grey eyes rolled as he asked about the fences. "I didn't do anything. Maybe someone else did, or maybe those low level shits didn't have enough coin for what...

Mile Glade cocked her head and took a seat at the desk, leaving Helo to sit on the small bed. She gave a quick smile and had another swig. "I kinda missed you too." She admitted, and then laughed. "Ah, don't look so surprised, you are right. You always could make me laugh ... especial...

Mila looked him in the eyes for an uncomfortably long time. She turned her head slightly, her eyes narrowing. The whole room seemed to be holding its breath. Though she would never admit it, she had missed Helo. Most of the scum around her had less brains than a newborn mule, but Helo was inventive,...

Mila was silent for a moment as she looked Helo in the eye. He didn’t look away. She had always liked that about him. She knew she scared him, a little. Maybe a lot. But he still stood his ground in a verbal sparring, and he was the only person who had known her from before she had started the Sparr...

“You got a visitor, Glade.” Mila turned, toying with a dagger, turning it over in her hand, her grey, hard eyes falling on the man before her. ”Helo.” She said, with a sigh. ”What do you want?” The Half-Elven woman was leaning against a table, her short brown hair tied back from her face, which migh...

"I just wanted you to be safe." Lea said, shifting in her seat. "You're pretty, and I know what men can do to pretty girls. I wasn't completely sheltered from the world in Ajteire." She looked at them both. "I'd do it again, but I will accept what you have to say. You know ...

It was at that point, Mila walked into the Hart. After she had made sure to put a good amount of distance between herself and the scene of the crime, she had gone to the warehouse, seen the note and made her way to the Elven pub. She took the rooftops; she wanted to stay sharp on that front and Arte...