Corsairs and Corsets RPG

[*Varda*]

The past few days had been filled with such strange events. The look on Pelien's face - the realisation that Finduilas really was who she appeared to be. Then - the news that Rhircyn had died that morning. A strange death, dying so silently in the dead of night.

Elena had not been to see Dryea since she had heard of this. How must she be feeling? The atmosphere around the courts was odd - there seemed to be more whispers, more secrets than ever before. Elena had no idea what any of this was about, not having seen any of her friends since the masquerade ball, and not having Dryea to depend on to get her information

Feeling terrible for not having seen her dear friend after these tragic events, Elena donned her cloak and left her rooms, heading for the Morthaniawen estate. And maybe, just maybe, Dryea would have some answers to these mysterious secrets that seemed to be hovering in the air, if she felt able to talk.

Arriving at the Morthaniawen's, Elena knocked on the door, waiting for a maid to answer.