As Evelyn exited the catacombs she couldn't help but be taken back by all she'd just heard. How long have these Watchers been observing them? How long has their organization been manipulating the balance of power? Why was no prior warning given to the rest of the world of Sar'than? All these thoughts ran through her head as she headed to her room. The bagged head Tyr had given her was not something she wanted to hold onto but with the king being in his current state it would be best to leave him to rest. Once inside her room she tossed the sack into a nearby chest before heading to her balcony. As she stood there with her arms resting on the ledge, the dialogue between herself and Tyr played over and over in her head. What made this even more of a surprise was that Marcus was of the same group as her. While it did make sense as they both had that same focused demeanor, the fact that Marcus had been implanted in The Order for so long had her at her wit's end. Where else were these agents planted? How much influence did they really have?
Evelyn's thoughts were halted by a sudden knocking on her room door. Grasping her dagger she answered, relieved to discover it was only a courier with a message for her. Opening the letter it read:
Captain Sunderland,
It has come to our attention that a number of your fellow knights have caused a great deal of damage about the city. A number of city guards have been dispatched to apprehend them but so far all attempts have failed with numerous guards severely injured. I encourage you to find and bring your troops under control before more drastic measures are taken.
With Respect,
Guard Lieutenant Oliver Harand
The letter was ignited by the lightening which formed in the hand that held it. In an instant it was reduced to nothing but smoke and ashes as Evelyn's anger grew exponentially by the second. "Every time without fail...they will pay for this", she said through her clenched teeth. Storming out of her chambers fully clad in her armor, Evelyn bolted down the halls of the castle. As she went she passed by Marco, Teagen, Tabetha, and Kaathe. To each of them she ordered to follow her though she did not break her stride as she continued to the front gates of the castle. As she expected the guard lieutenant who notified her was standing at the gated with a frustrated look on his face though he stood at attention the second he saw Evelyn approaching. "Where are they?", she asked with a clear rage in her voice. The lieutenant took a step back as he prepared his words, careful not to further intensify her anger.
"They were last seen outside a tavern in the market district. Shall I lead you there?", almost immediately he received an answer, "No need, I already know where that is".
Evelyn tried to live a virtuous life. Each day she worked towards living the ideals of the gods. But when she saw the destruction those dwarves caused to the tavern and it's patrons...whatever anger she harboured before was nothing compared to how she felt now. Tonight instead of monsters she'd hunt dwarves. Putting her skills to work she examined the scene of the crime, noticing a number of dwarf sized footprints in the dirt path. What made this strange was that it was not simply Argus and Glodin but two other dwarves...and two others, possibly an elf and human. "Karl as well? It matters not, they will all answer for this", Evelyn turned to guard lieutenant Oliver with a cold gaze in her eyes. "What happened here exactly? , she asked with impatience in her tone as she paced aroung the site.
"From what one of our men tell, a dwarf wearing Templar insignias was confronted by another dwarf. Reports say it was a rather strange looking one as well. Dark skin, white beard, black armor as dark as obsidian. The two fought and did all the damage you see here. Not long after did our boys show up and got their arses handed to them. The two fled and when another group was sent a drunken elf attacked them as well...I have to hand it to you Captain, your knights are well trained to fight off a dozen city guards while drunk"
"They won't have such strength for much longer, not after I'm done with them", Evelyn said nothing more as she examined the tracks, following them through the city streets.
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