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The archer jumped a bit, coming back to the here and now, it seemed. Her grip on the paper tightened.

N... nothing. It's nothing. I'm just tired is all...

:braidenvayl cocked an eyebrow, and looked at serena quizically:

c'mon hon, you can lie better than that. :he said with a smirk:

"something is obviously bugging you and it came from that ragged piece of paper you are laying on"

:braidenvayl stands up and stretches and sits down on the next bed to the right of her:

"but... if you dont want to talk about it. :braidenvayl shrugs, lays back down and forms a green ball of energy he starts rolling between his fingers and throws between his hands:

She looks at him for a moment before handing him the page. The paper is worn and tattered and the only marking is a sketch of a large black bird.

Semenek wants me to come home...

:braidenvayl was in mid toss when serena handed him the ragged piece of paper, he directed his attention to the sketching and without taking his eyes of the paper he brought up one hand and diminished the green ball which seemed to be absorbed as he touched it, braidenvayl sighed heavily

and the half elf brushed his hands through his hair and rested them on the back of his neck before speaking:

"alright, lets start with the basics, who's Semenek? and why does he want you back?"

:braidenvayl looks at serena waiting for a reply:

The archer sighed softly.

Maybe we should speak in private? I wouldn't want anyone to overhear...

:braidenvayl looks over his shoulder hearing voices and movement below them:

"good call, where can we go?.... :braidenvayl thinks for a minute then perks up as if a thought had just popped into his mind, he nods and then stands up, adjusts his scabards and beckons to serena:

"c'mon i know a place."

*Serena returned alone to the Inn. Going to her bed, she removed a pale blue belt tabbard decorated with a Raven. She placed it carefully on her belt, looked around once more, and left the Inn, shouldering her bag as she headed out of town with a silent vow to return soon. *

:hours later the door to the inn was opened again, and braidenvayl trudged in, he didn't have a story to exaggerate or some new trinket he had gotten from one of his random walkabouts. he just walked in with nothing. he unfastened the clip that held his swords to his belt and tossed them aside letting the fall with a clatter and he walked into the kitchen and reached into a cupboard and pulled out a bottle. his face was devoid of any emotion as slumped down in a chair against the wall near where he had unceremoniously dumped his blades. he just pulled the stopper out of the bottle, put the bottle to his lips and tipped it upwards.

he let out a long sigh after he brought the bottle back down and just sat. Waiting.

Tyr walks into the inn and plops down on in a chair, sitting next to the chair is a bundle that looks to contain all of his possessions. Noticing Braidenvayl, he rises from his seat and makes his way over to the kitchen.

"You were right in your description of this place my friend. Civilized and most definitely an enjoyable place to be, it just makes me a little more apprehensive about returning to Avengard. Not that I am backing out by any means, I still have business to attend to there."

Tyr laughs as he thinks of the vast dichotomy between the two settlements then pulls up a stool to lean aganst

:braidenvayl took another drink and just hunched down with his elbows resting on his knee's:

"yep, so do i, :he takes another this time longer drink, some of the contents running down his chin and down his shirt:

however, i need to stay here for a while longer. no worries though i'll be along.....:he pauses and shakes his head in disgust: i dont know, soon.

:braidenvayl tipped the bottle completly upside down this time, finished whatever was left and set the bottle on the table behind him and then leaned back in his chair looking up at the ceiling.

Tyr spends only moments gathering his remaining belongings from the inn, then returns to the kitchen "Looks like I will see you on the other side. Stay safe and try not to get into too much trouble without me" As he walks for the door, Tyr turns and removes his hat for a gentle bow. As he leaves his song can be softly heard on the breeze.
"Off I go to Avengard,
A city where they just might kill a bard,
If I'm not back in a moon,
Send an adequately trained rescue party soon!"

:braidenvayl gathers his blades and heads back upstairs and sits down on the bed he had claimed as his. he put his blades down under the bed and pulled out the dagger he had strapped on his back. as he sat down on the bed he just sighed and pulled off his boots. he laid down and just stared at the ceiling and soon fell asleep:

Alrion calmly walks up to Braidenvayls door, and walks in.

"Braidenvayl. Wake up. It is time to go back to Avangard. We have work to do.".

:usually braidenvayl would have stirred when he heard someone set foot near him, however something was off about this time, nothing happend. as alrion walked over to braidenvayl's bed he realize something more unusual, braidenvayl's boots, blades and shoulder bag were all missing.:

*Serena trotted in after Alrion, giving a quick shout at her partner, Braidenvayl. *

"Oi, Idiot! Come on, we've got work to do. "

*As she stepped closer, she immediatly noticed that he wasn't there. Her eyes narrowed in irritation and she grit her teeth*

"I'm gonna end him... How dare he take off without me!"

*Her voice softened and worry danced at its edges,*

" He told me he'd wait. "