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Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

As soon as the group stepped inside, Ahnasha remained quiet and stayed slightly back from the others. What was about to happen was very personal for Fendros and Llarasa, and for most of it, it was not her place to be involved. Fendros needed to have time with his mother, and she needed time with her son. Their home was fairly nice, and a bit larger than her family's home back in the middle of Leyawiin. The scene they walked into was almost like something out of a storybook, with an old woman sewing a quilt by the fireplace. Granted, Ahnasha actually had no idea how old she was. She was around elves fairly regularly, but even so, she had no idea how even they could determine the age of their own kind.

It took longer for Calia to recognize Fendros that it had for her father to recognize her, likely because of the fact that Fendros' appearance had changed a bit more than hers had since they left. That, and a fair amount of disbelief on the part of his mother. Still, when she did realize what was happening, the result was nothing short of heartwarming. Perhaps, Ahnasha thought, this would work out after all.

Eventually, Calia's attention did find its way to Ahnasha. Regardless, she decided to keep her answers short for now. "My name is Ahnasha." She answered, taking her seat. "I am...well, I should probably let Fendros explain who I am. Just...know that Fendros did not leave you all entirely by choice."

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Meesei followed Harriet's requests for now, if only to improve the chances of her being cooperative. With the ring around her finger, Meesei would know immediately if Harriet attempted an escape. She had hardly expected to find Harriet with a little girl, if she ever found her again, but that did nothing to change what had happened. There still needed to be some conclusion to matters, whether peaceful or otherwise.

The rest of Meesei's pack was just a few seconds behind her. She stepped to the side to allow the others to file in to the increasingly crowded room. Turning back, Meesei spoke quietly. "Let us not do anything to threaten her for right now. I want to speak to her, then determine what we should do."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Maybe. Whatever the case, the Overwatch audience wasn't used to it.

The Junkrat and Roadhog skins are just perfect. Frankenstein, and his monster.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Yeah, they took the MOBA route of chest rolls with exclusive skins. A lot of people in the FPS crowd aren't accustomed to that.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

You can buy them with currency this time around, so that's nice. I've gotten the Hanzo one so far.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Oh, nice, didn't even notice your response. I was playing Overwatch. The Halloween update hit today.

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"He's in the city, with the rest of the pack. they're getting supplies." Ahnasha answered. She was not whispering exactly, but she definitely had a hushed voice. "We can go get him if...everything else goes well."

At this point, some of Ahnasha's nerves were starting to show, since they were getting closer to the confrontation with Fendros' parents. She had been mentally preparing herself for this for weeks, but she knew it would not be pleasant. "We wanted to find you before we did anything else. Wanted to get your advice on what to do, who to talk to first, when to talk to them. I know this isn't going to be easy. We ended up finding my parents in Leyawiin and...well it just wasn't. I know...how things are probably going to be for me with them, but after a lot of talking, debating, some arguing, I think we agree it's not right to keep everyone in the dark. I don't know how much of everything Fendros wants to tell them, but I wanted to be here for him."

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Meesei maintained a demeanor that was neutral, both in tone and expression. The rest of her pack was someone behind her, since she had started ahead of them, but they were keeping up. Besides which, she did not want to crowd Harriet too much to start. She was not yet sure what she wanted to do with her, now that she had her close. The answer to that question had changed many times over the last few years, depending on how she was thinking about it in the moment. For now, she could see the advantages in several approaches.

Meesei followed close, even if Harriet had no chance of escape. With the bonded rings still active, she could know exactly how to find her at any time. As Harriet requested, she followed silently all the way to the Orc's home. Meesei stepped inside, albeit cautiously. She had been stabbed in the gut far too many times to let her guard down, especially now. Whatever awaited her within, she would be ready for.

"I am in no mood for games, Harriet. We speak, and we speak now." Meesei said before she had even stepped fully through the door.

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Good morning. Seems things are getting interesting.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Ssarak Dyreackthanose

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Ssarak walked into the ballroom alongside Meirin. The first and foremost detail on his mind was the fact that he despised the outfit he was wearing. Not only was its appearance outlandish in his mind, but it was terribly uncomfortable. The pants were far too tight, and the shirt made him feel like a jester. He also had some illusory designs on his wings, which he could change at any time and scarcely required effort to maintain. His belt could hide a dagger, but he had instead elected to hide his weapon in plain sight, as it were. He could shift it into any shape he desired, so he shaped it into a somewhat thick bracelet, which did not stand out any more or less than the rest of his outfit. From everything he had seen and been told, his current outfit was perfectly in line with what was expected among Djarkel nobility, but he would be glad once the gala was over. In the meantime, they had a task to perform.

The ballroom itself was actually rather impressive. It had a tall, glass ceiling through which they could clearly see the nighttime sky above. There was a slight cloud cover, though the moon was bright above them. As for the floor, it was reflective enough to essentially be a mirror. It felt strange at first, like walking on a solid, flat lake. He would have much rather have gone swimming than to this “celebration.” Already, Ssarak’s mind was on alert. Psychomancers were reasonably common among Djarkel courts, and whether or not it was “polite” to intrude into another’s mind, he expected they would be doing just that. With Ssarak’s College training and extensive private lessons, he could more than handle his own, but he was worried for the others with him. He had refrained from speaking of his hidden weapon, or any other sensitive topics, with them just in case. Ssarak supposed it would be appropriate to mingle and learn more about the other guests, but he stuck with Meirin for guidance for the moment.

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Goodnight.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

It seems I was able to.