[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] The 19th Floor of Wizard Tower -- The Castle
[color=pink]Skills:[/color] [/center][hr]

Cuyler shook his head, exasperated. [color=pink]”You all but killed me outside when you saw my face in your grief for Arya and what I supposedly did but now you want me to kill her for the greater good?”[/color] Cuyler shook his head and stood up, facing away from the man. [color=pink]”You make no sense Rowland.”[/color]  As for the [b]Darke[/b] properties of the room, Cuyler remained virtually unaffected by it. Cuyler looked over at the eerie skull again, frustrated and extremely unhappy with this entire situation. [color=pink]”We don’t even know where she is. I felt her [b]Magyk[/b] but she was nowhere to be seen. How do you plan on finding her?”[/color] Maybe it would take awhile, maybe it would give him time to help convince Rowland of a different way. 
Cuyler leaned against the table and scrubbed his face. He tried picturing Arya, what she looked like before he turned his back on her. He couldn’t quite picture her evil, he had a hard enough time picturing her dead but it turned out she wasn’t dead. At least not yet. [color=pink]”I know it may not matter to you but I did miss her. I tried not thinking about her but I thought of her everyday Rowland. Despite what I did, she was my friend and she cared about me. She never stopped trying to protect me,”[/color] he said and sighed. 

[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 Palace Crypts ---> The Palace Vault -- The Palace
[color=#006400]Skills:[/color] Resistance; Stamina; [/center][hr]

Amarantha rolled her eyes at Apollodora’s protesting. That was not what she was intending and she certainly did not desire the royals following them to the vaults either. Yes she needed one of them but she didn’t need them all following like school children. Amarantha was growing more irritated, hangry if you will. The sound of blood was pulsating in her ears and she was about ready to snap both in emotion and physically snap something as well. [color=#006400]”Okay excellent, the door is open, you can leave now,”[/color] she said to the royals pointedly. 
Amarantha hurried into the vault and started moving away sheets of fabric and opening up chests and other things. She successfully found a dead rat, which wasn’t even useful. Amarantha wondered if animal blood was just as sustaining as human blood for her would be. It would be a much more pleasant solution to her problem. [color=#006400]”They look like chains Luna, not glass baubles. Put that down,”[/color] Amarantha snapped as she passed her friend, on the hunt for those chains still. 

[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 Palace Crypts ---> The Palace Vault -- The Palace
[color=#1E90FF]Skills:[/color] Aura Sensing [/center][hr]

Ahote sighed and they started to walk towards the vault. Maybe he would talk to Bruce about Fenrir. It wasn’t an appealing idea to Ahote but the man was of the world and it would be quicker information than looking into books about it. He watched Amarantha’s back as she walked stiffly to the vault, leading them all. She didn’t seem too pleased that they were following her. Ahote’s eyes shifted and he looked over at Apollodora. Her aura shone through at him, begging to be looked at. It was a different one, beautiful though. A bit of white light seemed to encompass her but all around was a blending of different colours, shifting and changing with every step she took. Her heart was pure but she held a tough exterior, pushing the boundaries with everything, including her own family. She was an outsider when it came to them, the black sheep but her intentions were good, even if she acted like she didn’t want to be. She was in conflict with herself. 
They reached the vaults and Mryus opened them but before the door was fully opened, Amarantha was inside and already on the hunt. Ahote shook his head and walked in after Mryus. He looked around, not as vigorously as Amarantha and came up just as lucky. Although he found a dead squirrel, rather than its rat companion. Ahote sighed and looked about the place, trying to tap into his power to see if that would yield any results for him. His attention was drawn away from that task when Amarantha snapped at Luna. Ahote looked back at them, shocked and confused. What was that all about?