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Henk wondered if maybe the young woman nearly being trampled the moment she left her assigned area was a sign she'd been told to stay there for a reason, but he bit his tongue. It wasn't his place to herd her back to safety, and he'd already offered his help. Admittedly, only for the...

There was pain in her voice as she all but pled to him. A woman of her strength, of her ability and stature knew how to hide such pain through sheer force of will, through having lived with it for years without end. Yet for all she was, with all of her strength, still the pain escaped her lips...

Henk stared at her for a beat, then huffed a quiet breath through his nose. “Good,” he smirked. “They seem to work.” It was the closest thing to humor he could manage in the moment, dry as old parchment. His gaze drifted to where her sleeves had slipped back. The flash of metal there tugged...

Only after witnessing the look of terror on the young woman's face did Henk realize how badly the whole situation might have appeared to others. Perhaps more worrying, how many eyes it was drawing. Henk wasn't supposed to be in Alliria as it was. If whispers of him taking down women on the...

Henk did pay the Library some mind as he passed. As an Initiate, it had been a place he'd longed to visit at some point or another. After his class's loathsome book-thieving antics on their excursion to the Elbion University, however, they'd been barred from most notable libraries. A shame, but...

“I yield!” Ser Brannan McDormick of Oban hissed the words through clenched teeth as a knee ground into his temple, pinning his skull against the cold stone of Allir Keep’s courtyard. The instant the surrender left his mouth, the pressure vanished. His assailant rose, merciful as a priest after...

Henk's eyes lazily followed Livia as she paced his room, a smirk growing on his face as she spoke. "Lately, the undesirables are far more threatening than the man they swear allegiance to. Have you noticed that?" He crossed his arms, a distinct smugness to his voice. It was true; actual...

"You look well." A smile crossed his face, something equal parts amused and grateful. The only improvement to his appearance had been a new eye to replace the milky white orb that had sat in his right socket for some time now, but then he hadn't been trying to impress anybody anyways...

Henk chuckled softly, the sound low and unhurried, like distant thunder rolling over calm waters. His gaze swept the gathered students: Pomrick still red about the ears, Lysander far too composed for his age, and Nilamani poised as if the entire room orbited their gentle sway. “Careful, Salak,”...

How different things could have been... It wasn't the silken sheets, bubbling bath, or expensive wine that had drawn him to this room for his temporary stay in Elbion. It was the view of the city from the wide floor to ceiling window beside the bed, so perfectly facing the line where the sun...

“First years. Just getting started, then.” Henk tilted his head slightly, studying the faces before him. They looked so young, though hadn’t he been younger still when the Academy had claimed him? The thought lingered bitterly, but he brushed it aside with a faint smile. “Well, it’s a pleasure...

Henk let out something caught between a scoff and a chuckle. "True enough." he smiled, "But given that my usual 'haunts' are battlefields and fortresses, can you fault a man for seeking reprieve?" If Alistair had wished to imply that he was uncultured, he could simply say it outright. Krixus...

Alistair and Livia didn't pretend to be ecstatic to see him again, and Henk supposed he appreciated the honesty. To Krixus, he was likely still only a few rungs above traitor. To Livia... well, from the look of her, there wasn't too much left of the girl he'd trained. She'd been hardened, her...

Tucked away from the crowd and commotion stood another Anirian. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a beard that made him look more fit for an arena than an art hall, Henk seemed perfectly content to linger in the background. He watched the ebb and flow of students and initiates with quiet patience...

Henk would have readily agreed with Alistair's gut reaction to force the information out of Garrett, were he anybody other than a crime lord. With the Vigilite cell compromised, they would be very much outnumbered should they make themselves enemies with every unsavory character in the city. It...