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Keeping to the background, Kailee watched quietly as black armored men quietly lifted their king atop his shield and then walk as one from the immense bedroom. In that moment, she wished that her father and mothers could be here with her. Through a lavish sitting room full of beautifully carved mahogany furniture lit by oil filled sconces whose blue glow cast an eerie shadow in this world she was in the center of.

"My lady should prepare," the oracle stated from her right. "One legend is now with our fathers, another will prepare to replace him. Come." She turned as Kailee watched, still confused as to what this morning had introduced and walked into the master bedroom. Stealing a last glance to the procession, she hoped to still find some more answers as to why she had come here in the first place.

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In the shadows, Adgertesse' quietly noticed the king's body glide among a sea of white heads as all said a silent goodbye to their regent and knew that she was witnessing a moment that no one thought would come. Wroclaw's future was now in someone else's hands and she only hoped that Kailee was safe from the new leader. Dark elf history was never kind to foreigners in times like these and she knew she had to convince her dearest friend that this visit was over.
Silently, the wraith glided unseen along the back of the crowd in the large foyer and headed towards the throneroom's northern entrance. Passing families she had known since childhood, the nightblade drifted into a long hallway full of doors which led to various apartments.

Suddenly, a punch hit her in the right cheek, sending her reeling. Now visible, Tess spun with weapon in hand to see her attacker's orange glowing eyes glare from atop a black scarf. White hair was pulled back as the darkly clothed assailant glowered.

"Adgertesse, fancy seeing you here," the familiar voice greeted, anger seething through the light cloth.

Tess relaxed a bit and lowered her sword as the pain in her cheek intensified. "Madeleia?"

A sarcastic bow as the assassin kept her eyes to the intruder, then straightened. "Father's going to love seeing your hide tacked to the door this morning."

Chuckling, Adgertesse kept her voice low in case any other potential family members were within earshot. "He always loved me more anyway. Nice try." She motioned to the younger sister. "You look good though. I take it you've finished your training under Master Kelsarius?"

Nodding, Madeleia lowered her scarf revealing a smooth, grey face and the grown version of the little girl that Tess and her other brothers and sisters looked after. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm with Kailee. She and I have become like family over the years," she glanced towards her left to the quiet entrances, then back. "Since I've lost mine."

With a sigh, her sister returned her sword and battlehammer to the black, leather belt. "You left us, remember?"

"I was the one who murdered the sergeant, not you." The air between them now calming, she resheathed her sword as Madeleia approached and hugged her tightly. "It's good to see you again."

"You too. Promise me you'll not leave again, your seven years of banishment is long over," she stated, then backed. "The king is dead and your friend has won a peace, it seems."

Adgertesse' nodded and smiled, not seeing the second punch that caught her in the chin and knocked her to the floor with a hard thud. "Glad to be home," she returned sarcastically and looked into the smiling face.

"Don't ever leave me behind again, got it?"

"I do now. All you had to do was ask."