Date: September 23, Dusk.
Location: Khaggon, Crayhorn Estate.
Status: Closed (@efraincrayhorn)
It was positively the largest house Mareona had ever seen, in fact ‘house’ was too small a word, estate, villa, the building that towered before her deserved a finer name by far. It was also one of the most beautiful structures she’d ever beheld, the sever grey stone and dark wood slashed through with color, stained glass refracting the lamp light inside in little slivers of color and shine. Yes, Crayhorn Estate was a wonder to behold and Mareona was forced to admit to herself that she was more than a little intimidated by its stately grace.
From the moment she had first caught sight of the sprawling building as she crested the last hill before making her way into the grounds proper, its roof gleaming in the fading sunset like a handful of scattered gemstones, she had wondered how on earth the man she sought could be found in such a place. The members of the Obsidian Lance were soldiers, men an women who carried all they possessed on their own backs and their leader Commander Alford was an austere man, grim and demanding, he was a man who came down hard on his foes and his men alike. He expected dedication and respect and his own actions on the field of battle made him worthy of it. He was a good leader, but not a kind man, and certainly not the sort of lord who would live in a place like this. It was hard to imagine any of his close acquaintances did either. And yet here she was because his last words to her had been “Find the Lord of Crayhorn Manor, show him this seal, he will tell you what to do next.” If Alford said a fellow Bloodhunter lived in this place then it must be so.
It had taken her nearly two days to track down Lord Crayhorn, and nearly the whole day to reach the estate once she’d gathered his location. As she mounted the stairs that lead to the great wooden doors, she slipped her hand into the pouch at her hip and checked for the thousandth time that the heavy wax seal was still in her position. It bore a crest she was unfamiliar with, a crescent moon and star cut through with three deep slashes, arounds its edges ran words in a language she’d never seen before. Part of her hoped the mystery was about to be unveiled. It wasn’t her place to question the Commander, but half truths made her nervous. Or maybe it was just this place.
Sucking in a deep breath and letting it out between her teeth, Mareona reached out and lifted the heavy iron knocker on the door. As it fell back into place a deep boom seemed to reverberate as if from a massive drum. Now all she could do was wait.
