That broken sword that Brian had used to down the Guard, after it had been plucked from the body, and the words 'Ravenlock' and 'Tyris' had been read on the hilt, she ran. Ran from the marketplace, and the others that were retreating from what had happened.
Quickly, she let her bare feet carry her over the cobblestone of the marketplace. Even with the broken sword clutched in one hand, her movements seemed to come easy. She had one thought in her mind right now. And that was to get the sword to her sisters, and see if anyone else knew of it, or rather who it belonged to.
Eventually, she arrived at the sanctuary, and scrambled up the steps, and towards the door. That was shouldered open, before she stumbled inside, and came to a stop. Her eyes danced about the insides quickly, searching for the one sister she thought would probably be her best bet for going to. Not seeing her there, she muttered something unintellegently, before she took up a hurried pace, straight for Isulet's quarters.
There was a silent prayer sent to the godess, that the woman was elsewhere, before she let her knuckles meet the wood of the door.
"Isulet. Are you there? Open Up. I've got something that I need to show you."
Her words were quick, rapid and breathless, definatly something that seemed to speak of urgency.
Quickly, she let her bare feet carry her over the cobblestone of the marketplace. Even with the broken sword clutched in one hand, her movements seemed to come easy. She had one thought in her mind right now. And that was to get the sword to her sisters, and see if anyone else knew of it, or rather who it belonged to.
Eventually, she arrived at the sanctuary, and scrambled up the steps, and towards the door. That was shouldered open, before she stumbled inside, and came to a stop. Her eyes danced about the insides quickly, searching for the one sister she thought would probably be her best bet for going to. Not seeing her there, she muttered something unintellegently, before she took up a hurried pace, straight for Isulet's quarters.
There was a silent prayer sent to the godess, that the woman was elsewhere, before she let her knuckles meet the wood of the door.
"Isulet. Are you there? Open Up. I've got something that I need to show you."
Her words were quick, rapid and breathless, definatly something that seemed to speak of urgency.