[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=pink]Cuyler Eysteinsson[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=pink]Location:[/color] Outside Wizard Tower[/center][hr]

What business brought him to the tower? Cuyler pondered that for a moment. He came to check on Arya of course and had spent the entire walk thinking if she was alive and well or dying and how either idea felt to him. He felt a strange constricting feeling and remained silent as the bard walked up to Wizard Tower and whispered something to its closed door. 
Thia watched the woman curiously. She smelled of many different things but there was a similar scent that drew the dog closer to her. She walked around Sylvi, sniffing the air around her in order to further understand that familiar smell. 
In Cuyler’s silence he looked up at the vast Wizard Tower. It seemed to be a beacon of some sort for the Castle. It was the first thing he saw coming in from the waters and it always brought a smile to his face. He had always been curious of [b]Magyk[/b] and the discrepancies of it. It seemed every town, island or country he visited had their own take on [b]Magyk[/b] and what it could be. His eyes roamed over each window, each crack and smooth surface of the old building but a blemish caught his eye. He merely thought it was a trick of the light but he came back to that same window and peered closer at it, completely forgetting about the woman who had asked him a question only minutes ago. The shine of the second floor window was unmistakable now that he was paying attention. It was brand new and a couple of the stones looked fresh as well. From a distance they wouldn’t be noticeable but this close you could see the inconsistency of the placement and the quickness of the repair. The scratches along the stone seemed to scream at Cuyler that something had happened that shouldn’t have. The Tower was probably one of the best guarded places, next to the Palace itself so how could someone have scaled the building and broken through? But the signs were as plain as the snow on Cuyler’s furs. Someone had broken in, the question now was, did they find what they were looking for?
Cuyler looked back at the door and stepped forward so he was beside the woman. He placed his hand on the door, looking for an opening or something that would get their attention in a hurry. He didn’t doubt the bard new the password that would allow them entry but once again, Cuyler was in a rush to get to Ayra. The hand he placed on the door happened to contain the purple badge Arya sent to him earlier that morning. 
[color=pink]”The Land of Lost Nights,”[/color] Cuyler said, having understood that the bard now asked another question of him. Perhaps he should not ignore two questions. [color=pink]”Langatóftir to be exact,”[/color]

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#006400]Amarantha[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#006400]Location:[/color] The Servants Quarters -- Outside Lyra’s Room[/center][hr]

Her eyes shifted away from the foreigner and watched Lyra. She was clearly uncomfortable with Amarantha’s choice of conversation. The Hunter’s eyes tracked the knight as she looked about her room, fixating on a certain point before looking back at Amarantha. So Puck had died in her room it seemed, threatening and throwing his control around. Amarantha shouldn’t have be surprised. She did try to warn the man of the dragon before she was sent off to complete her mission. Lyra’s reaction was most peculiar though. She seemed positively distraught over the whole thing and was attempting to consol Amarantha. 
She smirked, not being able to help it. This knight, Queen Valda’s personal guard, did not seem all that tough, at least in the face of death. Amarantha took a moment to consider this. Perhaps she should through her name into the ring to look after the Queen or at the very least, the Crown Princess. After all, she had seen and done her fair share of killing. She knew what it would take to protect anyone of royal title. 
Asha then spoke, confirming Lyra’s story but took a different approach than the fair haired knight.
Amarantha moved away from the wall and took a step towards Asha. It was an act to intimidate but she was also wanting to direct her views straight at the woman.
[color=#006400]“And what exactly, do you think my commander deserved?”[/color]
Amarantha liked Asha. There was a fire that burned consistently inside her and Amarantha felt a certain degree of sameness towards her. She felt no ill will towards this woman or how she felt about Puck. The man was a bitter thing to swallow. Her wormy tasting drink from earlier was a summer punch compared to that man; however, he was still the reason for her being here so she would defend him one last time.