You know, Sennet whispered, the longer I'm around him, the more I find myself beginning to agree with things he says.
Kestrae opened one eye to peek up at the dark cat the demon wore. She closed it again, adjusted the small pillow behind her head, and slipped her hand back into the warm bath water. "What do you mean?"
I'm beginning to think that you're crazy, too.
She opened both eyes and glared at the cat. "Crazy? He didn't say that."
Kestrae sat at far end of the bleachers near the largest of the rings set aside for jousting. She huddled in her heaviest cloak, keeping it pulled snug around her, and watched the combatants on the field. It wasn't as busy as it used to be, but there were still quite a few people riding all sorts of different mounts. She nervously scratched Sennets's back, keeping her hands covered against the chill that never seemed to lessen. She twitched an ear at the sound of a large crash at the far end of the field. Turning to look, she felt her heart skip a beat.
My new friend,
I apologize for not writing sooner. Things here have been distracting to say the least. I had wanted to contact you before this, but there was a small emergency that needed taking care of. I don't want to alarm you. Everyone here is as well as can be.
Kestrae frowned sternly at the messenger. He looked young to her, and half-asleep as well. "You do not stop until you've found him. I've given you directions to the inns where I think he could be staying. You try those first before you go to the sanctum. Do you understand? It's extremely important that this message is delivered today."
"...upside-down, so they can drain the blood. Can you imagine? Teniron's saying these things to get to me, I just know it." Kestrae flipped the page of the book she was reading. "And now," she sighed, "I'm stuck in the middle holding onto everyone's secrets. I can't tell anyone where Thero has gone because Teniron would probably follow him and Sath would definitely go after him. Then there they'd all be, and things would be said and someone would come back with a black eye or worse."
Kestrae groaned softly as she opened an eye and peeked at the bedroom window. It was dim, but the sun was beginning to creep over the buildings around her home. She didn't know how early it was, but it wasn't late enough to leave the warmth of her bed. She sat up just so she could crane her neck and look around the room. There was no sign of either Sennet or Ru'anthar, both cats somewhere else in the house. She smirked. Neither of the creatures were exactly cats, though she was sure she was the only one that knew the entire truth of it.
Not everything was gone when she finally left her bedroom late that morning, but most of it was. Bits and pieces had been left strewn around the floor and tucked into corners. A pair of scuffed boots standing near the hall so one of them would remember to take them for repair. A small compass set on a side table from when they'd discussed the effects of ley lines. Even a soft leather ball he'd made as a toy for Sennet to bribe her into liking him. Carefully, she gathered them all and put them away out of sight. It wouldn't do to host a gathering and have things lying about.
She paused and lifted the hem of her robe, before lightly hoping across the sluggish water. She hated coming down here, but the few discreet inquiries she'd made at the library had pointed her to the depths of Dalaran -- and two of the people she detested most in the city. She'd put on her heaviest cloak and carried her dagger hidden, but within easy reach. She carefully watched the few other people walking along the shallow canal, waiting for one of them to approach her. No one made eye contact, each person keeping to themselves.
Thero,
I'm not sure when we'll have the opportunity to speak next and I wanted to explain a few things that I didn't have the chance to last night.
The reason my pin looks similar to your mother's design is that I think it's one that she worked on. My sister and I did a bit of research and have been tracking down some of the pieces that your family created. I'll admit that it seems a bit strange, but we've both taken quite a liking to them. I think that my sister enjoys the hunt more than the actual jewelry, but she's always been more interested in the mystery than I.
Kestrae sat in the small courtyard behind the inn where she and Sath'alor had spent the night before. She hadn't expected to stay in Silvermoon City, but she was glad that they had. She smiled as she remembered meeting his sister, Isandri. She looked enough like him that she immediately knew who the young priestess was without being introduced. It had taken most of her self-control to not rush Lali out of the way and steal her for herself. She'd patiently let her friend ask about the ceremony, waiting for the opportunity to talk to the girl alone.
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