It hurt. By the twelve did it hurt. Not the physical wounds, not the aches and pains left behind from the fight in Northern Thanalan and in front of the Agent’s house. It ached in his heart what happened to Avenio, watching that man be controlled like a puppet and attack everyone without a second care.Â
Not too long ago he made a promise with him about his own brother, B’ren knowing his kin was tempered and wanting nothing more than to help, nothing more than to find a way to ease his brothers suffering. Now Avenio himself seemed caught in another’s web, clouding his mind. B’ren often found himself waiting until the last moment to try and help or even do anything, always taking a cautious stance. Not anymore.
Camy’s room had been ransacked and the book taken, the book needed to trace and find corrupted aether no matter how strong it may be. A note left on the Highlanders desk of where he was going and what he was doing. His room was a mess as well, all hunting equipment had been taken off the walls and B’ren taking a look much similar to his roots.
Seekers of the Sun were renowned for their hunting skills.Â
Right now only one thing was going to be his prey.
Not too long ago he made a promise with him about his own brother, B’ren knowing his kin was tempered and wanting nothing more than to help, nothing more than to find a way to ease his brothers suffering. Now Avenio himself seemed caught in another’s web, clouding his mind. B’ren often found himself waiting until the last moment to try and help or even do anything, always taking a cautious stance. Not anymore.
Camy’s room had been ransacked and the book taken, the book needed to trace and find corrupted aether no matter how strong it may be. A note left on the Highlanders desk of where he was going and what he was doing. His room was a mess as well, all hunting equipment had been taken off the walls and B’ren taking a look much similar to his roots.
Seekers of the Sun were renowned for their hunting skills.Â
Right now only one thing was going to be his prey.
