[h2]Tyaethe[/h2]

Either she was in some sort of good mood... or maybe couldn't summon the motivation to do more than glare at the age jab, because Tyaethe just rolled her eyes. "Head south, away from the gates. There's a watchtower looking over the river, up on the cliffs. Careful, the buildings are crowded."

It was also where the city's [i]ancient[/i] fortifications had been, going by old records, and while the predecessors to Candaeln and Castle Aimlenn itself had originally been closer to the river crossings, the modern structures were now set well back from the floodplain. They really just looked over the land approaches to the city nowadays, with the castle proper having an unobstructed view of the land route to Ithillin and close to the eastern gate they had used earlier.

Directions given, the vampire returned to her usual spot. While she had originally gone to stop Gerard to get some peace to focus on her reply or whether she should even write one, the hunger it had exacerbated wasn't going to go away on its own. Maybe she should go find someone, then; there were always a few who were more willing to help, whether out of altruism, or a feeling of obligation, or fear. Or who wanted an excuse to get out of some sort of physical activity the next day. At least there wasn't anyone in the order at the moment who seemed to actively enjoy the idea, that got awkward...