Cythlla had entered the castle much to the dismay of a few templars. She was known for being shady, and even hated for the magic she practices. After everyone had settled down a bit and Cythlla had her wounds healed she started to walk through the castle. There were a few templars waiting outside of the library seemingly waiting for her. Henry for now was in the courtyard doing his business and relieving himself.

As Cythlla walked closer to the library entrance two of the templars who were waiting for her got a bit closer. "Oh no, you ain't going in there. Not gonna have you stain our library with that magic of yours." One of them said. An elf who seemed to be the leader of this little group spoke up next. "How do we know that your not one of those culists too anyways?" The templar asked. At this point Cythlla spoke up against them. She hated this kind of ridicule. "I'm not one of them, their too unrefined in what they do." Cythlla said trying to act snooty.

After the conversation Cythlla started to walk into the library only to be tripped by the elf and fall on her face. "Not so tough without your bear are you?" The elven templar said chuckling at Cythlla. At this point Cythlla was starting to mutter something under her breath, it seemed to be a spell, or rather a curse. If someone didn't stop her someone was gonna end up hurt, or worse.