[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]

Cuyler glanced at the bard. It was not uncommon to find someone from the Land of Lost Nights lurking within the Castle but to be at the Wizards Tower together, that was a strange coincidence. However, the probing questions would have to wait, for the door opened and Arya stood there. Cuyler focused on her, a smile coming to his face as he let out a relieved breath. 
[color=pink]”I could say the same thing,”[/color] he confessed. When they stepped inside Cuyler noticed the writing on the floor. Crown Princess? The words on the floor began to shift but Cuyler was already looking at Sylvi. Surely the floor was speaking of her but the Crown Princess here was Luna. That left the Crown Princess that went missing in the Land of Lost Nights years ago. Cuyler’s eyes widened, shocked and in disbelief. He looked back at the floor, wanting to confirm what it said but different words looked up at him for all to see. 

[h1][b][center][color=f4e61d]YOU[/color] [color=d074f7]SHOULD[/color] [color=08af27]KISS[/color] [color=00aeef]THE[/color][color=ec008c] GIRL,[/color] 
[color=ed1c24]NORTHERN[/color] [color=92278f]TRADER[/color][/center][/b][/h1]

Cuyler stared at the floor, speechless for once as his muscles seemed to twitch funnily. He looked at Ayra, not even thinking the floor was talking of the bard he just met. A smile slid across his full lips and turned into a grin that was about to give way to comment until he remembered they were not quite alone. He cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably, running a hand over his scrap of a beard. 
[color=pink]”Are you aware that someone has broken into Wizard Tower recently?”[/color] 
Many things had happened today. All of which would have to come before the suggestion of the floor. Make no mistake, Cuyler would revisit its obvious suggestion. 

[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]

Amarantha’s fingers twitched at her side in anticipation. She shifted ever so slightly, feeling the change of tension and watched Lyra jump between them. Senseless violence? Hardly. Violence was always warranted and needed. How else would people assert their dominance and take over? She rose an eyebrow at Lyra, taking her step back and crossed her arms. Perhaps this knight had more fight than she let on. A little naive but if the girl saw much more of Amarantha, she would pop that cherry quickly. 
Asha began to speak, ignoring Lyra and answered Amarantha’s question with that very fire the hunter noticed in the beginning. She looked back at the woman with the glowing necklace and began to squeeze her arms where her hands lay. The pain Asha spoke of inflicting made Amarantha’s eyes shift with mild delight. A cold, burning glint shone in her blue eyes as she thought of what Asha may have seen in her time and what pleasure the woman would have taken in administering this torture on the late Gwydon Puck. Amarantha took pleasure in the torture she delivered, the control she possessed over the people she held. And she always got her answers. It was something she would always be good at. Perhaps the Young Army was a bit barbaric but the training she received pushed her to the point where no one would be able to control her. No one would be able to break her. 
[color=#006400]”Now that would have been a sight. One I’m sure our friend here would not have been able to stomach. Puck’s burning was a mercy,”[/color] Amarantha found herself agreeing with Asha. She looked at Lyra as she spoke this. Her compassion was going to be a weakness to her, especially in this place. If she was made to protect Valda, she would have to learn quickly.
[color=#006400]”And since the one who took my dear commander is no longer among us, I see no need to cause harm to either of you. Thank you for telling me his fate and his deserved fate. Perhaps in another life I would agree with you,”[/color] Amarantha said to Asha. [color=#006400]”But as I do not, I will retain control of what is left of the Young Army. I do hope you stick around to see what I have planned.”[/color]