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Grendel Strand, Heir to the House and bearer of the Mark of the Talon looked at himself in the mirror and felt like a beast in a person suit. The Colours of Strand were Black and Gold so to honour their patrons in House Sirl. His wedding clothes as such were black but Nilofer was left to design...

Grendel could not confirm Nilofer's suspicions but he reasoned that the taboo nature of the gesture was not far from her mind. The strict nurture of the Kaliti did not leave someone quickly, nor was it easy for any to shed their past like a snake sheds its skin. He had accepted the gesture for...

"No... there could be any number of reasons, but that's not important right now." He did not really have much to speak on about it and he did not wish to dwell on the actions of criminals. Not when he was this tired and not when Nilofer had been so attentive to him. "You've been through a lot...

Reckless bravery. That didn't sound too bad. "I couldn't let him take you." It was all the explanation he had. The sight of her vanishing into the dust with that Cortosian stranger compelled him to move. Despite it he smiled, his scarred lip twisting upwards in that way he did not like. Her...

He did, the very word rest made his eyelids heavier but he let out a resistant sigh instead and gave her hand a brief squeeze before letting go. Laying down he knew simply that sleep was impossible, his mind was too weary, his body pained him too much. He would have to endure for a while yet...

A single eye, his tattooed one, opened and looked at Nilofer. "Nonsense." His other eye opened and he tried to sit up but gave up almost instantly. so he contented himself with placing his other hand on top of hers. Encasing it between his own. "You did not panic or faint. You remained calm...

"Thanks to me..." He did not remember exactly what happened, there was a cloud of smoke and dirt, he moved towards the shimmering light and... nothing after that until he was here on his bed. A side effect of the poison no doubt. "No she, she's busy. We're all okay that's what matters." Not...

He was cut. Flexing his hand hurt and his arm hurt as well. The bandage was peaking a bit of blood, nothing to fret over. "Mother..." He rolled the word about in his mouth before concern hardened his features. "... was anyone else hurt? Are you alright?" Reflex bid his hand onto hers, took it...

His head felt like lead and pounded in that deep way that blood did when your body was fragile and weak. It was not unlike recovering from his first battle in which he was knocked out cold from an blow to his helmet. Drearily his eyes found her after scanning the room. "What happened?" The gaps...

"Yes, he most certainly is." Mrinnaleth stood, seemingly satisfied in her son's wellbeing for the moment and made her way to the exit, Leona's noticed and held the door open for her. "You did well tonight. Whatever you may think of the why of all of this you can take pride in that." With that...

Mrinnaleth sat next to the bed, it seemed the danger had passed for now. Leonas seemed deaf as well as mute in that moment. Unmoved by the conversing about him. He simply gestured for suture and more alcohol, applying both as he finished up what treatment he could and while he began to clean his...

Mrinnaleth watched her son as Leona's worked, settling next to him. "Leonas has been with us since Grendel's father and I were married. A physician to help bring in the next generation." She let nostalgia cast the shadow of a smile on her face before she resumed the careful observance of her...

Mrinnaleth's face grew hard as she listened to Nilofer's recounting and as she realised her son's condition she gripped the bedsheets in her fists. "Foolish boy." Her face mixed anger with grief in her features. "Like his brother and father. Act first, think later." It was not the first time she...

The door to Grendel's chamber exploded and Mrinnaleth entered, a splatter of blood on her dress but otherwise unblemished. Her face was furious with concern as her eyes flashed from her son to Nilofer and then his hand. "SUMMON LEONAS." Her voice rang out with all the authority of her station as...

Perception flowed in and out of focus for Grendel. The roaring pain of his arm was numb to Nilofer's touch and in the back of his mind he grocked an unfairness to that fact. As she boud his hand in careful but quick motions he tried to remain calm but the dizziness made his heart race. At her...