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There was a reason many Dreadlords on the task force to hunt down rogue Archons were here in Elbion. Although the number of those left to find were now merely a few, Livia had been put to work not just in the Vigilite, but with the task force. Now that her magic was no longer an issue, would not cause the wielder harm, Liv had poured hours into tracking over long distances. Consulting maps, artefacts from various cities to create zones of where to aim her searches.
Finally, Elbion called to her like a beacon she could not ignore.
She needed to make an appearance at the gala, where chance would have it, Alistair Krixus and Henk were present. Even Salak, one of her previous Proctors at the Academy, had been there.
The mission had been for her alone. No one knew where Alistair had disappeared to, or even Salak. Even Livia had lost touch with Henk after she set off for half a year to gather artefacts with Erodin, Amelia, and Cenric. Seeing her friend and mentor had struck her with a nostalgia for the days she were still an Initiate. A year had passed now, and yet it still felt as if years had passed since graduation day.
Finding Henk in this city was easy. No one could truly hide from her, especially those she knew well.
Livia Quinnick hid her surprise that her magic lead her to fine lodgings, but she should not judge someone on their surprising tastes when after all, Henk was able to afford a ticket to the gala and transport himself to Elbion. Dreadlords could live well off their wages, could spend it how they pleased.
He better be alone. Came her next thought as she made up the stairs that took her to a long hall where closed doors gave guests privacy. She stopped at the door near the end, raised a hand and rapped against the wooden door with four knocks done by double beats.
"It is Quinnick." She voiced, leaning closer to his door so that her name could be heard on the other side. "We must talk."
Finally, Elbion called to her like a beacon she could not ignore.
She needed to make an appearance at the gala, where chance would have it, Alistair Krixus and Henk were present. Even Salak, one of her previous Proctors at the Academy, had been there.
The mission had been for her alone. No one knew where Alistair had disappeared to, or even Salak. Even Livia had lost touch with Henk after she set off for half a year to gather artefacts with Erodin, Amelia, and Cenric. Seeing her friend and mentor had struck her with a nostalgia for the days she were still an Initiate. A year had passed now, and yet it still felt as if years had passed since graduation day.
Finding Henk in this city was easy. No one could truly hide from her, especially those she knew well.
Livia Quinnick hid her surprise that her magic lead her to fine lodgings, but she should not judge someone on their surprising tastes when after all, Henk was able to afford a ticket to the gala and transport himself to Elbion. Dreadlords could live well off their wages, could spend it how they pleased.
He better be alone. Came her next thought as she made up the stairs that took her to a long hall where closed doors gave guests privacy. She stopped at the door near the end, raised a hand and rapped against the wooden door with four knocks done by double beats.
"It is Quinnick." She voiced, leaning closer to his door so that her name could be heard on the other side. "We must talk."