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Livia escaped the throw; even through the pain from Henk's scalding skin, she was far more prepared to defend against such an attempt than she was when first they'd fought. As she twisted away, Henk stumbled forward and dropped briefly to a knee, coughing up a small bit of blood from where she'd...

A University...? Anirian territories were so closely associated with the Academy that one could easily forget it was far from the only institution out there. Henk hadn't known Orath to have one, but then he hadn't known much about Orath in general, not until he'd begun looking into the more...

If suspicion wasn't enough, it was clear they were being held out of the loop on something now. The moment the controlled environment that Lady Danvers led them through was interrupted by the sound of the bell, the chiming in of one of the 'inmates' warnings, and now the approaching footsteps...

Quinnick was down, but not for long. Only a second would pass before she had sprung back to her feet with a taunting growl. Henk's merely tightened his brow, his lip twitching at the antagonizing question. "Don't get ahead of yourself. You've only just started." Taking those hits had been an...

"I thought you had a whole taskforce team that could accompany you." Henk's scarred features tightened at the rather pointed question. Whether it was Perrine's place or not to make such an inquiry, she was quite correct in that Henk should not have travelled to a place he suspected of harboring...

Livia approached him quickly, much faster than she had several weeks ago. Henk was able to defend himself, but only barely; the window that Quinnick offered had shrunk dramatically. Her speed was not all that had improved: The power behind her blows as they collided with the armor covering his...

Henk gave a nod to Perrine's condition. He should count himself thankful for entertaining his off-record investigation at all; He certainly couldn't gripe about a time limit. "With these additional men, a quick combover of the city shouldn't take long." Whether he knew these Guardsmen or not...

Of course. Roy. Henk had been doing his very best to pretend Roy hadn't actually come out all this way with them, but it seemed as if it was unavoidable. Perhaps he was being slightly harsh on the man; It wasn't as though he wanted to be here any more than they did. And, despite his misgivings...

To say that Miss Griggs looked worse for wear would be a bit of an understatement. The young woman looked starved, both physically and mentally. Looking briefly at Danvers, Henk silently wondered how bad she'd been when she'd arrived here, and how much worse the lackluster treatment here had...

"Some say the second time is harder than the first." The smile on Henk's face grew as she approached, moving to stand across from him in a way that mirrored their initial encounter. Aside from her hair, Livia looked the same. Inside though, she'd changed. The energy within her had grown denser...

Henk too could think of a few particular members of the Guard he'd like to see again. Some of his dearest friends had affiliated themselves with their ranks, and he'd not seen much of them since. Only a brief moment was spent reminiscing, though. If Perrine and her escorts were here, it meant...

Something was off about this whole arrangement. It had only briefly tickled at the back of Henk's neck when Danvers had taken the place of their assigned agent, but the Lady's behavior was only increasing the suspicion that gnawed upon his mind. She treated this as some sort of tour; an...

Henk was well-meaning but ignorant. He understood little of the politics of Vel Anir's most noteworthy families, and had little desire to learn. After all, he was not in one of them and never would be. Henk's reason for being in the Republic began and ended with squashing the rebellion that had...

Livia's absence had been noted by all, but none more so than Henk. The girl had assured him that she would return on the next training day. There were murmurs and rumors abound regarding what had become of Quinnick, but Henk's lips remained silent. He did not worry. What he'd witnessed in that...

Henk felt her approaching before she spoke-- The crunching of glass was a giveaway that was difficult to avoid in this cursed place. His eye raises from the dust on his fingers, and his head pivots to look over his shoulder at Perrine Urahil. Of course, it was her; Their paths seemed to be...