Nwalme sits watching over the sigils in Castle Brit. She will do her best to not repeat the mistakes of a few days ago... Her chin sinks a bit as she remembers telling Lord Galen that control of Britain had fallen to the Shadowlords. A true leader and friend he had not found her at fault but instead had tried to ease the pain with reassurance that Britain would soon be back in their control.
It was a moments lack of focus that cost the True Britannians control of their beloved city for the past odd number of days. Nwalme feels only slight vindication that they have all sigils available safely tucked in the castle. First with Lord Galen and Reepacheap and later with Lord Galen and Locus Ceruleus as her escorts, Nwalme had stolen the sigils from the Shadowlords and they had been quickly and efficiently returned to the Castle.
Now the wait begins for the Shadowlords to make their next attempt to control the cities. Nwalme will be ready to try to stop them or steal back the sigils if needed ... she is becoming adept at changing from hunter to hunted and back again.
It was a moments lack of focus that cost the True Britannians control of their beloved city for the past odd number of days. Nwalme feels only slight vindication that they have all sigils available safely tucked in the castle. First with Lord Galen and Reepacheap and later with Lord Galen and Locus Ceruleus as her escorts, Nwalme had stolen the sigils from the Shadowlords and they had been quickly and efficiently returned to the Castle.
Now the wait begins for the Shadowlords to make their next attempt to control the cities. Nwalme will be ready to try to stop them or steal back the sigils if needed ... she is becoming adept at changing from hunter to hunted and back again.