[h2][center][color=azure]Artemis Fleur[/color][/center][/h2]
[h3][center][color=azure]Dene Nehel[/color][/center][/h3][hr][hr]

Artemis glanced at Vaclav when Beneth spoke of the upheaval in Grayhaven. If Hyallians are running amok in Grayhaven killing anyone loyal to Queen Karlianne, then Dorothea was finally making her move in Dene Nehele. She touched her opal jewel hanging off the chain on her chest and muttered a small prayer. There was already so much turmoil in Terreille, Artemis didn’t want to see anymore despite her suspicions that it was going to draw near. “Come inside, dear.” She ushered Liran to one of the chairs in her healing room, motioning for Beneth to sit in the chair across the table from him. Before closing the door shut, she glanced outside to ensure there wasn’t anyone coming. Not that she would let them in; there had been enough visitors for the day. 

Not wanting to look at the dead Hyallian anymore, Artemis went into the other room to grab a sheet. Before draping the sheet over the body, she pulled out the arrow sticking out of the dead Warlord’s body and chucked it out the window. With the door closed, shadows crept into the room. Artemis lit a few witchlights to brighten it up. She started boiling water for some tea. “And what of the Queen? Has anyone heard news of her?” If things were amok out here, Artemis couldn’t imagine what was happening in Grayhaven currently. She worried for Karlianne, who had been fighting a losing battle from the start.