It feels strange to be back in Lencia.
Take for instance the palatial grounds of the D’Urbans. The coolness of the marble floors are not so intolerable thanks to my magical connection to heartier chills. The one who invited me here pointed out the spots were the sun would hit. We both prefer to walk barefoot and she had roamed the halls enough to pinpoint the best path. That path has changed as the season has. I walked it but the sun has moved on, leaving many of these chambers without warmth for the sole.
So I step back outside to the garden, and the gardener shares the stories of Lady Miria’s return to the House. The halls were lined with her favorite flowers – roses with extra thick thorns – and the apples were in at least sixteen different shades of yellow, red, and green. Her love, my ally from a forgotten quest, Syral had not laughed so openly in months. Their children shared stories of their adventures with their parents. I don’t know how many times Miria has left her side over time, quite a few from rumor, but the gardener tells me this time it feels like nothing will separate them.
Luc, the fighter and adopted son of Syral, has seen my return and talks to me in the garden. His brow is continually furrowed as if the weight of the House duties are already his to carry. I get a practical greeting from him as he decides I am no threat leaves me to my wanderings.
Some time passes and Luc has asked me to accompany him to meet with Sir Nethri the dwarf and, a tight-lipped elven archer. Along the way Kaela, the daughter of Sucaeva and Shera joins us. This is an honor for me as I have much respect for her family, as I do for Luc’s. Her brother is missing, and Luc suggests she joins us for his hunch is that his disappearance is connected to our saunter to the hills.
Upon seeing Nethri, he mistakes me for Abrams, my outspoken servant. This was a small discussion, the larger one was that of a new Dawn war. From what I understand, Nethri is quite knowledgeable on the matter, enough to have Syral’s son accept his word.
An afternoon tea is planned at a gazebo not too far away, and the pulse of arcane is strong from those already in attendance. I do enjoy the arcane waves as they float into my being, they are not fey, but draconic: another House of Lencia is accounted for then. Actually I am not sure if the dwarf represents his House…
Luc is given a mission by the draconic House involving a fight with those that follow Nightchill. On the subject of Nightchill I can say little, but I do know the man who stole my voice is jealous of the chaos Nightchill commands.
As we see the dragons depart, and are left to escort a smaller dragon back to Lencia, elemental dragons approach with hostility. Luc makes a proper suggestion of attacking as a unit, but the archer is a lone hunter, and Kaela is a reluctant rogue. I myself am not used to teamwork, but Nethri and Luc work well in tandem. Of course! They are the two companions of Abrams and the three of them had a few rough tussles. Three dragons should be as tough I imagine. After seeing Syral, Groo and Katryol fight together, the human and dwarf are as if ballet.
Once the reptiles are defeated, we head back to Lencia, and discover what we must to complete the debt Luc has acquired. We are soon whisked to a desert and after the nimble rogue scouts, the accurate archer strikes, taking out two guards at the entry to a sandstone keep. I will write more later, the sensation of this escapade with Luc is both exhilarating and ominous.