[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] Wizard’s Tower -- 20th Floor
Skills: Tea Making[/center][hr]

Cuyler released her and watched Arya stumble forward. A permanent frown was seeming to form on the young man’s face. He followed along behind Arya and watched as she spoke into a mirror but it wasn’t an ordinary mirror. A man answered Arya, his face appearing and he seemed rather preoccupied with the green thing in his hair. What exactly was this man’s job here? 
Cuyler stepped up beside Arya and placed a hand against the small of her back again. He didn’t really believe her health had improved at all but he knew when to push and when to support. After Arya finished speaking Cuyler looked at her. 
[color=pink]”Are you sure about this?”[/color] he asked her again. He knew the Castle would still need her, regardless if she was on her deathbed or not but he didn’t want her simply going through the motions. [color=pink]”Let me make you another cup of tea before you go,”[/color] he suggested. He wasn’t entirely sure if the herbs worked for the [b]Sickenesse[/b] but Cuyler needed to do something. 
He released Arya and grabbed some of the herbs he obtained on his travels. He heated up the water and mixed the herbs up into a nice smelling blend before he added it into a silver contraption meant to steep and contain the herbs from getting into the cup of hot water. He poured a steaming cup for Arya and took a sip of it after blowing gently to cool it. He smiled, impressed with his own skill at brewing a killer cup of tea and handed it to Arya. 

[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 Attic
Skills: Perception[/center][hr]

Amarantha shifted as well, following Skaoi’s steps and blocked her still from getting around her. 
[color=#006400]”Can anyone confirm that story?”[/color] she questioned further. [color=#006400]”Regardless of the perceived perception of Skaoi Prince Myrus, she will be questioned as any other Snowplain native in this castle will be questioned. Do not mistake mice for being completely innocent. They do have collapsible spines after all.”[/color] While Amarantha may have been speaking to Myrus, she never took her eyes off of Skaoi.
She trusted Skaoi’s initial words of her whereabouts but there were still precautions that she would need to take. As for further trust, there was something within Skaoi’s words that Amarantha could sense she was holding back from. She would get her knowledge, one way or another. 
[color=#006400]”You may look after our royals but not in this room, the integrity is failing. I also wish to speak to you further on what notes you have on this [b]Sickenesse[/b] after you have tended to your patients. Now, wait outside,”[/color] she said and turned around to face the royals still on the floor. [color=#006400]”Valda, if you are so intent on ensuring your brothers safety and protection, I suggest you do so outside of this room for his safety is still jeopardize in here.”[/color] Amarantha was about ready to go over and grab the royal if she didn’t listen to her or Lyra’s surprising force. Perhaps this little thing did have a backbone. Well, Amarantha hoped that it wasn’t some fluke thing and would last permanently. Then she wouldn’t be so concerned about leaving Valda in her charge. 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#1E90FF]Ahote Proudstar[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#1E90FF]Location:[/color] The Port ---> Old Port Witch Coven House
Skill: Aura Sensing[/center][hr]

The Port was abuzz with activity. From traders all over the world trying to sell their wares and locals trying to get their supplies in a timely fashion. As they walked there was a lot of talk of a wedding, fit for royals it seemed going on today at the Palace. He looked off in the direction of were the Palace sat and he stared in mild fascination at it. Each city seemed to have their own natural take on architecture and where Ahote lived, they had simple constructs that were nothing to marvel at but did the job they were supposed to. 
Grimspound began speaking to him again and he refocused on the tall man and nodded. 
[color=#1E90FF]”Yes, perhaps we can,”[/color] he agreed. It seemed Grimspound had similar interests as Ahote and they got along relatively well. What could that harm be in a few discussions over a drink or two?
They reached their destination and Ahote walked cautiously. The power here… The auras he saw nearly chilled his soul. There was a darkness here. An awfulness that happened and Ahote wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to be apart of this anymore. His fears were only confirmed when an innocent looking girl in a yellow dress spoke to them, announcing they would die if they entered the building. Ahote looked back at the building and shifted uncomfortably. 
[color=#1E90FF]”Perhaps she is right. There is a… darkness here, a presence still that may not be entirely pleased if we enter uninvited,”[/color] Ahote announced to their little group of adventures.