Alyon sighed heavily. This ordeal had grown far beyond what she could have expected, but for Fraya it was the sign of a new beginning. A chance to recover the past that she had lost over the years, and Alyon knew that. The books were only going to be of little help with getting to the hard facts and details, information that the two of them needed.

[color=7ea7d8][b]"If we end up going to Vemraham, then we best make sure that we are fully prepared. No more surprises with Tree Spirits, ambushing Killers, Red Light incidents and silly business like at the docks."[/b][/color] Alyon's father gave a curious look, but shook his head as he wanded out of the room towards the kitchen.

[color=7ea7d8][b]"I'm going to go outside to practice for a bit, I think I need to let off a bit of steam..."[/b][/color] With that, Alyon leaned down to pick up her sword and wandered out to the garden to practice her weapon usage that she had neglected for a while. As she stood out in the cold night she could feel the air pressing against her cheeks, and upon drawing her sword she felt the routine of her techniques flow back into her thoughts.