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'I'm sure she would've thrown my arse in the hot springs by now for this travesty of a breakfast,' replied Mabbon, smiling warmly as Kaira sashayed away from him in search of a place to sit. 'It's kind of you to say so, though.' Bacon, eggs, mushrooms, and those little crispy potato wedges...

Dawn arrived, and the night dwindled. Having slept peacefully for most of it, Mabbon was the first to wake, refreshed and surprisingly eager for the day ahead. The hot springs had lived up to their name, and the half-orc couldn't help but wonder when fate would next bring him back. Hopefully...

'As you command, High Mage.' Shaking the rainwater from his cape, Mabbon turned towards the restless shadows of the administrative hall. 'Getting over there is sure to be a royal pain in the arse,' he huffed, glancing sidelong at Tomas. 'Thoughts?' 'We could follow the high road, there!'...

Closing his eyes, Mabbon returned Kaira's kiss twofold. Softly, at first, the intensity built and built with every heartbeat. The warmth he felt towards her in that moment was so complete as to be all-encompassing. To say he wanted more would have been an understatement. But he had promised to...

Now, it was Mabbon's turn to blush. 'You have,' he purred, his arms slipping about Kaira to hold her steady. To hold her close. 'Several times now, in fact. And I keep telling you there's no need to thank me.' But did she listen? Of course not. 'Your eyes are pretty too, by the by... just like...

'Oh, Kaira.' Mabbon smiled sadly. 'Don't go making promises you can't keep!' Drawing her close, he planted a kiss on her forehead. Letting her go, he sank low in the water, his head nestled on the stone at his back. Sighing, he closed his eyes, blocking out the world in order to give her words...

The scouts moved through the ruined city like ghosts through a graveyard. Quietly, as if trying to avoid waking the restless dead, Mabbon signalled for Tomas to check a building off to their right. It stood alone, one a few structures that had managed to weather the storm. The front façade had...

Mabbon coughed, unsure of just what Kaira was implying. 'I, uh... hmm.' He thought on it. 'I don't quite know how to respond to that, to tell you the truth!' He chuckled, trying his damnedest to act coy. 'I... uh, look forward to putting down roots with you, too!' Glancing at Kaira, the half-orc...

The Lower City had borne the brunt of the storm, and that was saying something. 'Ancients preserve us, there's barely anything left!' Standing in the middle of what had once been a junction, their cloaks drenched, hoods raised against the constant drizzle, the scouts accompanying Mabbon stared...

'Well, I am the only one here with you right now.' Mabbon pointed out as he slow-walked his way towards Kaira. The spring itself wasn't deep. About half the height of a man. But why stand when you could sit? Why sit when you could swim? Mabbon had never been any good at sitting still but now...

Mabbon appeared from the trees, like a ghost in the night. The heat from the springs hit him all at once, making his skin tingle. Steam rose from the pools, and the Guardian could hear the sound of running water over the gentle rustling of leaves. 'Comfortable?' He asked, regarding Kaira, the...

Mabbon broke left as Villam went right. His shadow, larger than it had any right to be, ran ahead of him, throwing off the aim of one of the bandits. Torchlight reflected dimly from the half-orc's weapons and armour, as if unwilling to touch the Guardian of Darkness. The bandit closest to...

'Of course, nothing untoward!' Hiding a grin with the back of his hand, Mabbon nodded. 'I would like that, yes. Just... uh, give me a few minutes to finish up here and I'll be right along.' Smiling at Kaira across the open fire, Mabbon fed a few more twigs to the hungry flames. Woodsmoke filled...

The dying of the sun had breathed new life into Mabbon. Blood red, the sky's cloudy underbelly gave way to hues of purple and black. Enjoying the setting, revelling in the death of light and the coming of dark, it was with some newfound energy that he turned to regard Kaira. 'Oh, I most...

Mabbon's attention returned to the road ahead. 'Mmm!' He hummed, acknowledging Kaira's words even as his mind began to wander. He, too, knew there was more to his Stone than his predecessor's had ever cared to reveal. Which wasn't much, he thought, recalling all of the journals he had been given...