Elyenora walked together with Mon’Ter around the burnt up Canvas which used to be green and flourishing with life, looking around at the damage all the while and seemingly filled with her own thoughts on the matter.She had torn her left sleeve off, as well as part of the seam on her left leg. In turn, she’d used the fabric as a bandage for her grueling wound on her stomach. It would take a long while before she could heal it after all, there was still a decent way to walk in order to reach the city, so at the very least she wanted to cover it for the moment.“We sure did do a number on this forest, huh?” Elyenora said as she walked.“Mmm...” Mon’Ter nodded, whispering a reply back. “There was no other... Way... Those guys were strong...”“Even still, it’s a shame,” Elyenora touched the bark, or what used to be the bark, of a blackened tree. Its crown had been erased completely and on

Dusk had befallen the kingdom of Benulis. It was slowly growing colder as the night’s veil descended over the capital city. Banul. The people on the streets started making their way home and leaving behind their daily activities. Be those activities finished for the mere day or gone and done with for good, only having been needed on this sunrise till its sunset.Up above in the palace, within the throne room where prince Aydian, the soon to be king and brother of Elyenora, stood. There were a couple of disgruntled faces going about, both of servant and of master.An old man covered in robes was holding a staff to his side, supporting himself while he laid close to the ground. He was kneeling before the prince and speaking to his lord with displeasure from the news he brought.“The assassin guild has failed, sire,” the elder’s voice permeated the room, it was the old court wizard that served the prince, Gandar.The prince showed a d

Elyenora pulled Mon’Ter along with her and neared the line of people. She looked herself over in displeasure and thought, ‘Mmm, on second thought... No matter how you look at it, it’d be obvious whose coat I’m wearing, huh?’Thinking as such, she contemplated for a bit, ‘Well, it shouldn’t be too much of a problem... But what if I?’ She then suddenly came to a halt and moved her gaze towards the guard at the gate, an idea flashing in her mind.“Wait a second,” she looked back to herself. Her face contorted in displeasure again. ‘Wouldn’t work if it were me...’But then, she looked at Mon’Ter, “Hmm but you...”The princess placed a finger on her chin and looked Mon’Ter all over, this time having an obviously pleased grinning expression on her face.“Ely? What’s wrong? Did something... Happen?” Mon’Ter asked, his head turning

The white plank carriage for passengers which Mon’Ter had decided to take, in order to reach his desirable destination, slowly made its way across the wide streets of Weylorn city. The path was steadfast and straight with no holes to impede the wheels, thus making it a pleasant ride along.The monster mistaken for a nobleman looked on outside through the small glass window at his side, it was right between the pair of seats meant for passengers. There was a multitude of different activities being done and it was seen with the first glance. People went about their daily lives, buying goods and running shops. Walking from place to place and sometimes carrying stuff.It was the city life, through and throughout. And Mon’Ter was fascinated by every bit of it. All he’d ever known was the wilderness after all, and while he did have a brief visit at a city called Breles, he hadn’t truly paid much attention to the environment at the time. Currently, Ely

Sereia Lioncrown Gaia was her name, and it surely did sound like a powerful name to Mon’Ter’s ears. He himself was a Were Lion after all, a beast with the same title. Thus, he did hold a certain amount of respect for anything hailing from that species and its name. Albeit, he called the unworthy ones as mere kittens. Such as the forest lord he’d killed the night prior to his meeting with Elyenora.“You look strong too,” Mon’Ter responded to the complement on being ‘mighty’, he then pointed to her blue blade and uttered. “That sword makes me interested, is it... Dwarven crafted?”As Mon’Ter asked the question, he thought silently in his head, ‘Was it called dwarven crafted or was it something else...? I think Ely said hers was a dwarven crafted one... Oh, well...”“Yes, it happens to be one such,” Sereia replied, grabbing her sheath and taking it out to show it up close. &ld