Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160714174403

Ferra brightens and waves to the pair, a huge smile on her face. Regina folds her hands and looks worried, but still smiles. "I'm afraid you've missed him by several days.  He went to go help the refugees on request from Lady Grey."

Lucida slides into the room, behind Regina and Ferra. "Hello, Sir Praetor, Aabi!" She pauses in thought. "He said something about heading to the capital first, but he wasn't very specific. He's like that when he doesn't want to worry us."

"And it has the opposite effect," Aurum says quietly. "He stated he would be back in a few days, but he often says so.  He...didn't take Lucida with him this time. He usually does when he takes medical requests."

Hound gazes at the bucolic scene below, watching the morning mist roll through the short valleys. He's about to turn his steed and continue, when he senses a shadow from the recent past in the forest behind him.

It isnt there now, but it was, and not long ago, perhaps the day before. It was a mere shadow. It looked down on this valley, as he himself just did. He senses it looked past him, and down, and right at the house.

Into the house. And it coveted something. And even now, he could feel it, reaching... With a sight, Hound knows, that is not within the power of men to have.