The halls of the Triumvirate were dark and silent as the night itself as Hano slinked through them. Swiftly he made his way to the soft padded floor of the training room to take off his armor. With each piece of plate removed and soon enough the soft pads under them he let out a silent sigh expressing frustration.
"Tamara." The name rolled off his tongue barely disturbing the silence. Leaving his armor in the corner of the training room he silently creeps into the Triumvirate's bedding room. He knew the armor would be safe and dragging it to the room didn't seem like a good idea at this hour, anyway.
He held his breath as he slowly opened the door.. No squeaking. He thanked the kind potato farmer Jalmar silently in his mind for oiling the door hinges so long ago. Taking a single long step through the door way he closes the door then puts his back against it. His eyes immediately fall on Tamryn's bed with her curled up in it. A sigh escapes him as he lowers his head, setting his sheath beside the door.
He begins to talk to Tamryn, but mostly to himself knowing she could not hear him in her sleep. "Phaedriel is no more.." He lets himself slide down against the door only a little bit before continuing. "She is dead, and Alyrian is free like I had promised... Not that you would know or will know, but I made that promise to myself. Not for Alyrian, Tifton, myself, or even Torm..."
Pushing himself off the door he slowly makes his way to the book case. He pauses as he slides a book from the shelf. "This one was for you, Sister. You tell me that I over burden myself and try to help everyone when I am but a single man, but... You are the one who is over burdened." Secures the book with his grasp then turns to her. "Burdened with your past life and now your second life of atonement - This was the least I could give you, Tamryn."
With the book he heads toward the door again, exhausted, but with no intentions of sleeping. He mutters to himself. "To secure the remnants of your past that you still hold dear and love.. That you wish to protect. I wanted to give you at least that much and now I have." He opens the door staring at the book as he leaves.
"Tamara." The name rolled off his tongue barely disturbing the silence. Leaving his armor in the corner of the training room he silently creeps into the Triumvirate's bedding room. He knew the armor would be safe and dragging it to the room didn't seem like a good idea at this hour, anyway.
He held his breath as he slowly opened the door.. No squeaking. He thanked the kind potato farmer Jalmar silently in his mind for oiling the door hinges so long ago. Taking a single long step through the door way he closes the door then puts his back against it. His eyes immediately fall on Tamryn's bed with her curled up in it. A sigh escapes him as he lowers his head, setting his sheath beside the door.
He begins to talk to Tamryn, but mostly to himself knowing she could not hear him in her sleep. "Phaedriel is no more.." He lets himself slide down against the door only a little bit before continuing. "She is dead, and Alyrian is free like I had promised... Not that you would know or will know, but I made that promise to myself. Not for Alyrian, Tifton, myself, or even Torm..."
Pushing himself off the door he slowly makes his way to the book case. He pauses as he slides a book from the shelf. "This one was for you, Sister. You tell me that I over burden myself and try to help everyone when I am but a single man, but... You are the one who is over burdened." Secures the book with his grasp then turns to her. "Burdened with your past life and now your second life of atonement - This was the least I could give you, Tamryn."
With the book he heads toward the door again, exhausted, but with no intentions of sleeping. He mutters to himself. "To secure the remnants of your past that you still hold dear and love.. That you wish to protect. I wanted to give you at least that much and now I have." He opens the door staring at the book as he leaves.
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