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Aila
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Aila stood quietly outside the Manor of Boris Theran, a minor Noble of the House of Theran. Besides her was a Dreadlord, someone she had no memory of meeting but had haunted her mind before.
She did not know this of course, and the half-elf chalked up the sense of unease she felt about the woman as merely being nervous about being around a Dreadlord. There were many stories of their more...formal cousins. The human mages who were trained out in the open to Serve Vel Anir, the ones that were not hidden in the dark.
In truth she had no idea what to make of them. This was the first time she had ever been told to work with one.
The idea made her somewhere nervous, nervous enough that she had not reached out to steal the woman's magic. What if she got caught? Worse, what if the woman told on her?
It was best not to upset the Dreadlord. Best to simply do what she had been told to do. Aila was good at that, and this mission didn't seem as though it would be particularly complicated. Sneak into the estate, slaughter the guards, and grab Boris Theran so the Dreadlord could peek into his mind and take whatever it was the House of Virak wanted to know.
"That wall." Aila said pointing towards the far side of the estate. "There is a balcony, it will be the easiest way to get inside."
She'd studied the plans well enough to know that.
Aila stood quietly outside the Manor of Boris Theran, a minor Noble of the House of Theran. Besides her was a Dreadlord, someone she had no memory of meeting but had haunted her mind before.
She did not know this of course, and the half-elf chalked up the sense of unease she felt about the woman as merely being nervous about being around a Dreadlord. There were many stories of their more...formal cousins. The human mages who were trained out in the open to Serve Vel Anir, the ones that were not hidden in the dark.
In truth she had no idea what to make of them. This was the first time she had ever been told to work with one.
The idea made her somewhere nervous, nervous enough that she had not reached out to steal the woman's magic. What if she got caught? Worse, what if the woman told on her?
It was best not to upset the Dreadlord. Best to simply do what she had been told to do. Aila was good at that, and this mission didn't seem as though it would be particularly complicated. Sneak into the estate, slaughter the guards, and grab Boris Theran so the Dreadlord could peek into his mind and take whatever it was the House of Virak wanted to know.
"That wall." Aila said pointing towards the far side of the estate. "There is a balcony, it will be the easiest way to get inside."
She'd studied the plans well enough to know that.