Duincerth

He breezed into the hall, free as a bird, as charismatic as ever.  Her eyes followed him and soon enough he was by her side with that grin of his "So what has changed around here Rohir?..."

As the shadows moved across the floorboards above her, each noise made her twitch and cling against the wall. There was little that knew about the passage ways that twisted beneath their feet, but low lives and mice. It had been two days hiding in the dark. The news came to her from Duincerth as he stitched up her face, “Ya face is plastered all over the streets lass. They saying ya killed that man. Some lord of sorts. Regardless the wife wants a head. They have a rather large price on it.

The moon glowed high in the sky by the time Hyrien had got back to her home. The cold wind blew through her dark hair and the strands fell in front of her eyes, making it hard to see the key in the lock.  She snarled under her breath in frustration, shivering from the icy touch on her skin and it was at that moment she heard the lock click and she entered. The house was quiet. A usual occurrence these days from what once was busy household. However since the hall was built there were little to no visitors, though that bothered her little.