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Griffyn's hand fell away as Zarra vanished into the inky black of the subterranean chamber. He halted, shoulders tense and grip tightening on his sword. "Zarra...?" he whispered, voice falling flat as though the darkness was absorbing it, killing it. "Zarra, what happened?" He was caught. He...

(My turn to apologise for the delay! Been quite a week!) Griffyn nodded, though aware she could not see him as he progressed at her back. "That's true, this does feel more like a transit tunnel than a home. Though I would have expected a sentry, or even a simple trap to let trespassers know...

Griffyn reached out a hand to touch at the rock of the cave, revealed behind the stone bricks of the undercroft. Warm, as though used as the foundation of a hearth not so long ago and still full of the lingering memory of flame. He could feel it even through the leather of his gloves. He...

Griffyn breathed a sigh of relief as Zarra returned. And yet... "Nobody home?" he asked, brow tense. "I don't like the looks of this. We can assume they are expecting us to show up, after our little chat earlier. So where are they?" Still, lingering in the shadows would only waste away the...

Griffyn nodded, eyes fixed on the dim contours of the ruin ahead. "Good idea. Take it slow. Don't get overexcited." He grinned as Zarra made her way into danger. He decided he knew her well enough by this point to trust that she'd keep her head. Still, his inability to see any threats atop the...

"Oi." Griffyn looked up from the tabletop and into the piercing eyes of the griffin rider. His name is Alnar, he reminded himself. He blinked at the high sunlight filtering in through the window of the command centre, broken suddenly by a passing soldier carrying another atop his shoulders. The...

Zarra set off with the exuberance of a youth, and Griffyn followed on with a low frown. "You are too excited about this," he remarked. His companion's expertise with military structures gave him pause for thought. High castles and deep dungeons, yes, as such were often the settings of the...

Griffyn stopped beneath the growing shade of the trees and followed her glance. Zarra's elven eyes outmatched his own many times over, and it took him a moment to discern one shade of rock from another. But indeed, as he squinted at the mountainside he identified the brittle and crumbled walls...

He nodded, smiling back to his friend. The feel of her lips on his cheek was warmer even than the rising sunlight. What if she's the only good one? his traitorous mind dared to wonder. What if you will never meet another one like her? He would have to have faith. He would have to trust in the...

Griffyn watched on as Hahnah's resolve struggled within her. He could not know the intensity of the pain she felt, nor the thrashing of her own thoughts as they battled for dominance. But from the little movements of her eyes, the minute shudders of her shoulders, he knew full well that this was...

Griffyn nodded as he listened. Much of Zarra's description seemed to match with his own impressions of the underrealm, as told to him by books in his father's study and agrandising bar-room tales alike. And he couldn't help but swell a little, as a resident, at her belief that the surface world...

Griffyn could only shake his head. "No wonder you left," he said quietly, half hoping she didn't hear. The reference to men as 'second-class citizens' was a surprising familiarity. The colourful city of Dornoch had been the same, though to describe his experiences there as slavery would be a...

Griffyn started at his companion's sudden motion, remembering too late her peoples' sensitivity to sunlight. He whipped off his jacket, ready to throw it over her head, but saw that she was faster and better prepared than he had given credit and instead he had to foolishly re-clothe himself. He...

Griffyn watched the rider and mount make their exit, passing through the gate and into the celebrating throng of soldiers, before letting his gaze return to Hahnah. "Agreed," he said with a nod, brow taut. "But Hannah, at the very least this would be a trap I am all-too familiar with. It won't...

Teeth bared, Griffyn fired his wand into the air with heated shouts. The bolts of flame arced impotently through the atmosphere at Alchanon disappeared from view. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, surprising himself with the outburst, before sighing and scowling down at the grass. "That'll be the lot of...