Siluri Sanguine

I haven’t been able to write for a bit as it’s been hectic in both responsibilities and celebrations. But I’ve got a moment now to put down my thoughts on the next stage of my life. One you could consider a reformation of who I am now. I’m sitting here writing this, not in the Lighthouse, or a still standing domus or safe house in Minrathous. No, I’m currently writing this, whilst sipping a really good wine as I sit on a bench in a huge private garden that’s filled with orange, apple and grape blossoms, and crows fly overheard in the dusk filled sky. And I am happy, and there is a good reason for that.

Neve, Lucanis and I hung around for a while, getting what intel we could and checking in on who else had survived. Turns out Huxley had, which I’m not surprised, she’s a smart one. She was talking to Quillon whose coordinating with the Grey Wardens down in the catacombs under the city to keep the Blight down there from spreading. They don’t need to worry about that up in Hightown though, the Venatori don’t like the Blight spoiling their view where they were and burnt away all that didn’t get engulfed by the dragon’s fire. Ironic that the blighted dragon both spread the Blight and burnt it away with it’s breath. Least it and the ice one are dead now, so there’s that.