Dramora unbuckled the sword from her hip and threw it forcefully across the room. It slammed against the wall and clattered to the floor. Her gloves and skullcap quickly followed.
She frantically paced around the small room.
Did Thom actually say that to her?
“That business with Omen was unfortunate.”
Unfortunate???
It was a hell of a lot more than unfortunate. Dramora was damn lucky Omen had simply left her bleeding and unconscious at the Abbey, rather than dead!
And that was due to Gillian, Thom's wife.
And these are the people Aedon wanted her to trust? Not bloody likely any time soon!
She looked around the nearly empty room for something else to throw. Luckily, or not so luckily, she’d moved into the small house only recently, and hadn't had time to purchase furniture yet.
Trying to slow her angry breathing, she flopped down to the floor and pulled the small box she had packed closer to her. Rummaging in the box she pulled out a bit of parchment and started formulating the note she had to send.
She thought about just tearing up the message; one D'Amavir is just as bad as the other, and who knew what he would “charge” for his help?
Plus the fact that the entire D'Amavir clan hated her.
But it was necessary for her alliance to speak with Drevyn and at least rule out requesting his help.
Against her better judgement, she sent for a runner to deliver the message. Hopefully this boy could find that damn island.
Dramora,
Mistress of Virtue,
Guardians of Virtue, GV
She frantically paced around the small room.
Did Thom actually say that to her?
“That business with Omen was unfortunate.”
Unfortunate???
It was a hell of a lot more than unfortunate. Dramora was damn lucky Omen had simply left her bleeding and unconscious at the Abbey, rather than dead!
And that was due to Gillian, Thom's wife.
And these are the people Aedon wanted her to trust? Not bloody likely any time soon!
She looked around the nearly empty room for something else to throw. Luckily, or not so luckily, she’d moved into the small house only recently, and hadn't had time to purchase furniture yet.
Trying to slow her angry breathing, she flopped down to the floor and pulled the small box she had packed closer to her. Rummaging in the box she pulled out a bit of parchment and started formulating the note she had to send.
Drevyn,
The leaders of the alliance would like to meet with you to discuss Mikael D'Amavir.
Please let me know when would be a good time to meet with us.
Dramora
The leaders of the alliance would like to meet with you to discuss Mikael D'Amavir.
Please let me know when would be a good time to meet with us.
Dramora
She thought about just tearing up the message; one D'Amavir is just as bad as the other, and who knew what he would “charge” for his help?
Plus the fact that the entire D'Amavir clan hated her.
But it was necessary for her alliance to speak with Drevyn and at least rule out requesting his help.
Against her better judgement, she sent for a runner to deliver the message. Hopefully this boy could find that damn island.
Dramora,
Mistress of Virtue,
Guardians of Virtue, GV