#glynwarrens

It was odd, standing before the door of Eobald’s study in Efrain’s manor after all that had happened to her since she’d first laid eyes on it. She could remember the curiosity that had clawed at her stomach like a wild animal when she’d discovered the arcane lock on the door, and had spent days after that wondering what secrets Eobald had been keeping from her even in death. It had annoyed her. But then things had shifted, and as Efrain had become more important to her, the door had sunk deeper and deeper into the recesses of her subconscious. She never truly forgot about it, would even walk past it sometimes when she stayed in the manor and stop in the hall just to look at it. The door represented untapped potential; a secret so worth keeping that Eobald even refused Efrain entry.

And now here they were. Thalra had stumbled across a way to break the arcane lock on the door almost by accident. It was a surprisingly easy spell. She looked back over her shoulder at Efrain and gave him a reassuring smile, before taking another step towards the door that was only a handful of feet away. Her fingers started to trace through the air, leaving behind faint trails of purple light like the tail of a comet as she muttered the verbal components of the spell. It only took a few seconds, but then there was a small flash from the lock on the door as the magic surrounding it shattered. Thalra grinned.

She looked back at Efrain as she took another step towards the door and gestured to it. “Well, would you like to do the honors or should I?”