Zavien
Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil.
They sped to the inn as fast as people might find socially appropriate. Their steps were quick and heavy with concern, but it still took them an annoying amount of time to reach the lodging they'd picked. Most conversations as they passed were directed on the tragic news of Stormbreak, yet few seemed overly invested in the events like they were, none had such emotional ties to the resulting chaos that was sure to ensue, no one had made it their purpose in life to protect the people and failed. It was a sobering reminder that they were part of a small group of people who cared.
Zavien hurried them into the door of the inn, a small bed and breakfast that was run by a lovely couple who had heard them speak of their home, who knew of the effect it would have on them. The homely old woman wasted no time, rushing forward to meet them, gripping at the fabric of her dress in her haste. "Here. This came for you but minutes ago." There was sympathy in her gaze as she offered forth a letter. Her hand clasped around Zavien's as he hurried to accept the envelope, soothing and kind. "I'm putting on some coffee and tea. Just let us know if you need anything." The Dragoon gave an appreciative nod of his head and a muttered "Thank you" before rushing them upstairs to the room, not willing to delay whatever news the letter may carry.
Only once the door was closed and he was certain they were alone, did he open the letter written in Koa's handwriting. His eyes struggled to read the words, but they caught easily on 'do not come home' like they'd been lit in neon lights. The other information helped ease some of the panic, although nothing would change the fact that it wasn't safe for them anymore.
Zavien turned so Lena could read it with him, waiting with bated breath for her reaction, not yet able to speak as he began digesting everything.
Zavien hurried them into the door of the inn, a small bed and breakfast that was run by a lovely couple who had heard them speak of their home, who knew of the effect it would have on them. The homely old woman wasted no time, rushing forward to meet them, gripping at the fabric of her dress in her haste. "Here. This came for you but minutes ago." There was sympathy in her gaze as she offered forth a letter. Her hand clasped around Zavien's as he hurried to accept the envelope, soothing and kind. "I'm putting on some coffee and tea. Just let us know if you need anything." The Dragoon gave an appreciative nod of his head and a muttered "Thank you" before rushing them upstairs to the room, not willing to delay whatever news the letter may carry.
Only once the door was closed and he was certain they were alone, did he open the letter written in Koa's handwriting. His eyes struggled to read the words, but they caught easily on 'do not come home' like they'd been lit in neon lights. The other information helped ease some of the panic, although nothing would change the fact that it wasn't safe for them anymore.
Zavien turned so Lena could read it with him, waiting with bated breath for her reaction, not yet able to speak as he began digesting everything.
