@shewolfaurea location: Haven notes: here go
The circumstances that brought Leander to Haven never seemed to changed: conflict. For the Centurion, it was beginning to feel like more trouble than it was worth - some remote region buried in the cold and the dark that was uncomfortably close to Isengrim's Embrace. Maybe he'd seen too many battles, too many casualties, but as he walked through Haven's streets to the Alpha's hall, he didn't see any soldiers. They were just people: farmers, sheep herders, craftsmen - all trying to live their lives.
"Well." It was all Leander said as he stood before the Queen, the Warrior's regalia was indicative of his station. A ring on his dominant hand asserting his place among the Olympians, another bearing the seal of Lysara's prince. The Kossith had issued an ultimatum, Leander would hear Aurea's response firsthand.
