A Runswick Werewolf in Myrefall
Time: December 16th, early evening Location: Outskirts of Myrefall Status: @efraincrayhorn @mareonadarkheart
It was strange, walking the streets of Myrefall with Efrain and Mareona. She’d only ever spoken to Mareona in the underground, cavernous city of Khaggon and Efrain—well, Efrain existed in another part of her mind, somehow separated from the streets she’d roamed since she was just a fleck of dust upon Myrefall’s smiling, insidious face. It made her feel, in some unnamable way, embarrassed. When the emissary from the Thieves Guild had approached, her heckles only rose further when she glanced at Thalra with clear recognition in her eyes, though the health potion and silver dagger were appreciated. Now both Mareona and Efrain held both items respectively, which admittedly did help their chances of success somewhat.
“It’s just up there,” she said quietly into the evening air and pointed in the direction the line of trees that marked the outskirts of town. The sky was a dark, deep blue with wisps of white clouds obscuring the stars. The moon wasn’t visible, but hung somewhere above them, watching and waiting. At least they hadn’t been so foolish as to take on this bounty on a full moon. Thalra drew her cloak more tightly around her against the chilly night air. “My brother and I used to play around here as children. Most of the buildings in this area have been abandoned. Watch your footing.”
Then she started off for the large house shaded by the canopy of trees which the Theives Guild had indicated. There were vines and weeds crawling up its walls like the ground was trying to eat it slowly. Ivy leaves drooped down over the windows, moving gently in the wind, but there was no mistaking that the wood boarding up the broken glass was new. Someone was inside and trying to protect themselves from the elements. Thalra stopped a fair distance away from the house, underneath a large oak tree and looked over at Efrain and Mareona. “How do you want to go in?”