Not quite a Reunion. [William]

For yet another night the crimson headed youth would find himself looking up at what was supposed to be a relatively bright evening. Yet like every evening instead of the glow of a sunset he would see nothing but eternal twilight. The Shade enchantment working its magic. Not that he complained really, after all he was more suited for the darkness. Even if he did enjoy a bright sunrise, or a clear sunset. With a sign, he would throw on his cloak, and prepare himself for the day.

This would be his second week within the city of Newdale, and if he was being honest, he was starting to believe he had been here two weeks too long. He had come here expecting something different, something more akin to the life he hoped for and the unity he wished to see within the world. He had heard stories of course of the city where Humans and Eldritch could live together…

Sadly, he was quick to discover that he was not a fan of the way Newdale worked. They were… too peaceful. The longer he had been there, the more unsettling it had become. Humans seeming to coexist with Eldritch without apparent issue. Yet… Like most things, he had come to learn reality was far from the truth, and sadly this particular pig had been covered in a very bright shade of lipstick.

As soon as he started to look deeper, he started to uncover the truth, and more importantly get a rather stark… warning… People he saw one day would be gone the next, and no one would seem to notice. Even more strangely, one of the people he had come into contact with, had suddenly disappeared. The man, a human with a rather shaggy head of hair, had been quick to warn William that his question would get him in trouble. The man had been friendly enough, they had shared a few drinks and the local club, so once more William had hoped to see him when he entered the abode. Though a sense of foreboding told him such a thing was not possible.  

As he entered the establishment he would reach back and let his cloak down. His long crimson hair would be tightened into a tight pony tail. To any who looked he would seem… different. Not entirely human, but not necessarily out of place either. Luckily for the man, he kept his wings hidden. He had learned quickly that they quickly lead to people making rash, and quite wrong, assumptions about him.

His eyes would quickly flick over the establishment, taking in anything of note, and more importantly noticing that once more the shaggy haired man was not present. With a sigh, he would grab a drink, delivered by the ever beautiful and more than a little provocative Varsa. The vampire had discovered quick by accident that William was Eldritch like her, and while she did everything in her power to ignore the human guest she more than made a comment or two to the raven haired man in passing. Once he  grabbed the drink, he would move to find himself a nice corner to watch whatever was to happen through the evening.

Nothing truly of note had been going on, Varsa was making her rounds, and another waiter a male who would walk the club floor were working today, as well as various bartenders, and quite a few regulars. Unsurprisingly the club was filled with a pretty good mix of Humans and Eldritch, some in human form, others in a state of less. Yet, the air was tense, palpable even. The band was good at least, their music filling the club.

He had not been within the club but probably an hour when something caught his eyes. He had been talking to a human female who seemed to want him to by her a drink, and offer he accepted if only to be kind before turning away to watch the newest guest to the establishment. There were a couple of things that stood out almost immediately.

She was of course beautiful, though she was far from the only such beauty. No, what stood out to him was that she was wearing white, dressed in a cloak, but even more importantly she had a strange air to her. He could not place it, but he knew he was not the only one to notice. Making his decision he would move in closer, in order to hear whatever was to be said. He was surprised to see she would, after getting directions from the male waiter, make a beeline to Varsa.

This was bound to be trouble.

Although William did not hear everything, he did make out that she was part of the Adventures Guild, and it seems she had a message for the Vampiric female.

From his position he was able to see the entire scene play out Varsa would take the letter from the woman in white, quickly read it. As she did her face would change rather quickly from one of contempt to one of confusion, then sadness, then fury. Whatever the contents were, her cry of anguish, followed by her next words would seal his actions.

Suddenly, with the speed and strength known well to her race she would suddenly force the woman dressed in white back, they would cross the entire span of the club, and suddenly Varsa was holding the woman with one hand. Her fangs suddenly very much prominent. William could just make out the other woman’s request for help.

Unsurprisingly, no one in the club would turn towards the situation that had unfolded. In fact, William would notice that many of the patrons displaced by the movement would suddenly turn away, or walk off as if pushed by a wind. A few humans decided to take this as their chance to leave. The only person that seemed to care was a bouncer standing at the far end of the club. Though he made no move as of yet, and William knew he wouldn’t so long as blood was not to spill, it seems the man was hoping Varsa would take her prey elsewhere, and would only step in if needed.

Looking back at the girls, William would notice something that would prove what he had thought was true. The woman was in far more danger than even she knew. Peeking from her hair, with the displacement of her cloak, one would be able to make out her pointed ears.

With a burst of movement William would make his decision, and find himself next to the two woman. His hand shooting forward, and his eyes alighting with a purple demonic energy. He would grasp Varsa’s hand and rip it from the other woman’s throat. Though the Vampire was strong, William was glad to discover that he was at least a bit stronger, even if he had no doubt she had him beat in regards to speed.

“Tsk Tks Tsk…” The crimson haired man would say, his voice calm, resolute, and determined. Though he hated to fight, he knew his demonic blood, and magic put him at a higher standing than that of her. He hoped to use that to his advantage. “You know better. What do you think would happen, if you were to spill the blood of a one of her kind here?”

As he spoke, he would release a bit of his magic, feeling that she would try to resist him. At the moment however, his strength would hold her steady. “Take the rest of the day off, or go back to work, either works for me. But, we do not want this to get messy.” He would say, nodding to the bouncer, who had suddenly become very interested in the situations.

“But she..” The woman would try and say before William cut her off.

“She is but a messenger. Your anger should be directed at the one who wrote the message.” His voice would turn sour. “Now. Leave.” He would say with a final note, his eyes flashing with Demonic fury. As Varsa would turn to leave, William would notice that she would mumble something, though he did not care enough to catch what it was.

Cutting all flow of magic, and allowing his eyes to return to their normal grey the crimson haired youth would turn towards the woman dressed in white. He would give her a side smile, almost like a smirk, hoping to offput whatever tension she was feeling. “Are you okay?” He would ask simply.

William would let out a slight sigh as he watched the vampiric female leave, he was almost certain this was not over, but for now his priority would be to get the woman in white to safety. He had no idea what an elf was doing here, it was not like it was against the law, but it was more than a little dangerous, even for one belonging to the Adventures Guild. He only hoped they would be able to get away without any combat.

As he looked towards the woman, the smirk still on his face, he would see a strange look appear on her face. First one of gratitude, then surprise, and finally one of joy. Though he was glad to see she was not hurt, the response surprised him, but not half as much as her suddenly leaping towards him, arms extended wrapping around his neck. He would take a half step back, instinctively on guard as he gave her a small hug in reply before letting go. He did not however push her away, in fact if anything he would feel her press tighter against him. As if he somehow had saved her from far more than what had just occurred. He could feel something wet against his neck as she spoke.

First, she responded as if she knew him, stating surprise to seeing him, though before he could respond and fix her mistake, she would suddenly utter his name. Not the name he goes by, the name he has shared with everyone in his life, but the name his mother gave him, the name he hadn’t used in years. The shock alone caused him to pause. Did this woman know him? Did she know his mother? Is that why a Gaiyan was here… had she truly come looking for him? Suddenly the crimson haired youth was filled with doubt, and worry.

William, still unsure what to do would extend the space between them, though if she clung to him, he would not be forceful. He would clear his throat before speaking, if she were to look at him, she would probably see a shade of pink upon his face at the closeness they shared, and a drop of confusion within his eyes that was quickly masked. He would then brush the bangs not held back by his ponytail away, slightly out of habit, but also in embracement. His thumb would accidentally brush against the patch on his right eye, but he would be careful not to displace it.

“How do you… never mind, we can talk about that later.” William would start, before suddenly feeling very much out in the open. His display mixed with her reaction suddenly did not bode well for either of them. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see the bouncer, still watching them, as if unsure how this situation should be handled.

“We have… a lot to talk about. How about we move to somewhere less… open?” William would ask hesitantly. “There is a diner nearby, we could get a booth. Or, if you prefer, I have a room at a nearby inn, we could talk in private there. If you were going to stay in Newdale, I am sure they have more space available.” William would say, not yet addressing, or even fully comprehending what had just happened. For now he would keep his distance from the girl in white, and as much as he wished to know who she was. Those sorts of questions could wait, until they were safe.

If she did not refuse his suggestion, he would then lead the two of them to whichever of the two places she preferred.

William would look at the woman as she touched him, spending more willpower than he would have imagined to not look away, or move back. This confirmed his suspicions above anything else. She thought she knew him, which meant she knew his face, perhaps one of his siblings? Though he doubted any of his father’s heirs would look enough like him to get them confused, after all he still had angel blood. As she touched him, asking about his eye, he would unconsciously take her hand into his and move it away. Letting his hair cover it slightly.

“Hurt?... no its just.” William would pause, before speaking once more normally. “It is nothing, I’m fine.” He would then step back as she spoke again, agreeing to go with him, and seemingly wanting to share some of whatever she had gone through, William decided to listen, at least for now. Precaps it will help him better understand how she knew, or thought she knew him.

“Well, I have had the room here for about two weeks, and this is my first time coming to the Outer Realms in a while. Though, I travel a lot and see many sights.” William would say, believing that was enough to answer her question.

Suddenly, she would grab his hand, causing him to involuntarily flinch. “That might not be the… smartest idea.” William would say looking back towards where the vampire had walked off, and the other waitresses. It was no doubt, whoever she thought he was and her had a connection, one he was unwilling to take advantage of. Even more importantly though, he could not risk people believing a Eldritch and a Gaiyan were a thing, not even in this town. “Newdale might be neutral, but… well you saw, its not what it looks like.” He would say before leading them.  Though he would not refuse any further movements of affection, so long as it did not go beyond touching, he would also not replicate it. Despite the fact that she was beautiful, and if would probably make his lot easier if she trusted him, he could not use her in that way, and refused to use the relationship she thought they had.

“What about you? I am guessing this is your first night in the city. What brought you here? I am guessing you have been through a lot.” He would ask, hoping to have idle conversation while they walked, being careful not only what he asked, but what he said.

In the end he decided to lead them to his room at the inn, but before heading up he would stop at the front desk and order room service, asking it to be delivered to his door. He knew the food would not be great, but it would be warm, and that was enough for him. He would ask if the woman wanted anything, before paying a few coins and leading her up the stairs.  He realized he would have to hunt again soon as he paid the woman. As a rogue agent he had certain connection, and could find work he knew, but that would have to wait. He had enough for now.

As they entered his room, one would see that it was quite small. In the corner was a single bed beside which stood a locked trunk which held his valuables. A wash basin was filled with cold water in the other corner. And a mirror stood nailed to the wall next to it. A single small window would show the twilight outside. William would decide to leave his cloak at the door on a small hanger, and offer to take the woman's. While he would normally keep it on in the presence of a stranger, he had already displayed his magic, and he had no doubt she had been able to pick up on the fact that he was... different.

Even so, he would keep his wings pressed firmly onto his back, feeling the cool air of the day touch their raven feathers. He was glad he was not like other eldritch though he could not completely hide his wings they, like some angels, could be folded such that they did not show under a cloak. Even so, it was stuffy and warm, so he preferred to be without a cloak in his own abodes. Then taking off his pack, William would walk to the basin, and rub his hands with the water before turning towards the woman.

“Alright. There is a lot we need to talk about. I will answer your questions, and am happy to help in any way I can.” He would say genuinely. “…but first… I think we need to clear the air. I do not know how you know my name, especially when I do not give it out. So, let’s start with that. Who are you? Why are you here?... and more importantly, what made you think it was a good idea for an elf, especially one who couldn’t defend themselves, to come onto eldritch land, even with the treaty?”

William couldn’t help but smile a little at her pout. There was no real rule against it, it just made him uncomfortable, though he decided it would be best to keep that little detail to himself. Instead he would listen as they walked. She seemed pretty happy, it made him feel a tinge of doubt about revealing the truth to her, but he knew to keep such a thing in would only harm her in the end.

He was not at all surprised she had never been to Newdale, though he still would have though her race, or family, or even the guild would have warned her It was not safe. Though, based on what he had seen of her so far he was not surprised she had ignored the warning. As she talked, a sinking realization would come over him. Though, he was not sure yet he would continue to listen.

“Yeah, travel could be pretty expensive, especially if you got to go by boat.” He would say. He assumed her home was in the Gaiyan lands, so he wondered why she was stuck here. Though kept the question to himself. Though, anyone should be able to tell her what she needed to do that, it was not like it was a big secret. “I am sure I can help, it sounds like they were just using you.” He would say, refraining from saying something that might get him in trouble. He was not surprised people had used her nature against her, she seemed pretty trusting, and the sin of this world caused people to do some pretty nasty things.

Once they were in his room William would enjoy the cooling sensation of the water, and shrug his shoulders a bit with the release of his cloak. It was uncomfortable wearing garments over his wings, and keeping them pulled tight. It was much better to allow them some air. He always thought holding in his wings was a lot like holding in your stomach, it took constant effort. He was surprised to see how at homes he made herself, suddenly flopping on his bed. Though, he guessed it was to be expected. After all, if he was who she thought he was, he assumed their relationship would be pretty intimate.  

As she joked about her powers, and he would raise an eyebrow and give her a half hearted chuckle. “No doubt, just be sure to take it easy okay.” He would say light heartedly, what he didn’t say was that he worried wherever home was they sorely misunderstood their own power, if what he had seen was anything to gage it against. He was certain now, she was naïve, and a bit aloof, honestly he liked her, but still he could not help but think there was something he was missing.

At the sound of his first name he would look away then smile a bit as she talked about ‘his wings’ as if she had seen them before. Just how alike were him and the man she thought he was? Suddenly William found himself questioning his own sanity before clearing the thought. There was no way. She had to be confused. “Yeah, wings are nice but they draw… unwanted attention. Especially with the wrong crowd. Most people assume… well the worst.” He would cut himself off before saying more.

As he asked his questions he was not surfside to see her reaction. He was sure it would be a shock. However, as she stood up he would take a step back, finding himself rather close to the wall in such a small space. As she approached, he would not stop her, but he would watch her carefully. She tried to press onto him that it was his memories from travel that were messed up.

When she next spoke up about being human, he would made a sudden realization. "I... see.", he would say simply. She was not from here. Not just here as in the Outer Realms, or even here as in Mirinah… no… she was not from Vyldermire. She was an Otherworlder. Suddenly much of what she was saying made perfect sense. Though, the fact that there was someone with his name, who looked so much like him that she got them confused was worrying to say the least…

Before he could explain what he had come to realize he suddenly found himself face to face with the woman, Nessa she had called herself. He would find himself following her instructions, and looking deeply into her eyes. Really looking at her, honestly kind of hoping he would recognize her. But, it was to no avail. Whatever it was she wanted him to see was not there.

However he became very aware of how close they were. Just a hairs breath away. William would come to realize that she was hoping he would kiss her… and for a brief moment, he truly considered it.

“Nessa…” he would whisper, his hand inching towards her barely brushing against her… then he would turn slightly, angling away from her. “I.. I am not Markus… I mean… I am… it is my name… but it is not the one I go by… I go by William.” He would say in but a whisper, unable to get his thoughts together. Due to where he was he could not move away from her, until she parted them they would be but a hairsbreadth apart. Truth be told, if she was to push the kiss, he was not sure he could fight it, but he was determined to not use the feelings she thought she had. “I am… I am not who you want me to be.”

Once more William was forced to question the woman’s understanding, or at least comprehension. The way she talked about the land, and their society. As if she was apart from it, made things even more confusing until he made his realization that she was an Otherworlder. At first, he had assumed she was from a distant land, but he doubted any land would be as different as she seemed to think, no. Her being from an otherworld was the only explanation. He just needed to get her to understand, while she was born somewhere else, he was born here, and had very real memories of his time.

Despite what he said, and the fact that he had turned away Nessa remained close to him, her eyes were pleading into his, trying to will him to understand something that was just not there. William quickly realized just how dangerous the situation he was in would be. The woman would be crushed when he finally proved his point, she needed him to be Markus… But, he could not force something, and he knew if he tried it would hurt her so much worse in the end.

As she talked about her past with the other man, William would listen intently, but know it was fruitless. She was so close, as she talked he could feel her breath hitting him. Their bodies were still touching. It was strange, William thought, to be so close to someone in such a way. “Nessa…” He would whisper, trying to get her to understand. “I am…” But before he could get the words out she pressed up to him again. Willing him to remember a memory that would never be his.

As her lips pressed to his, William felt a strange elation. She was beautiful, and the kiss was short of divine. Tender, and hopeful, without a hit of passion, but something else entirely. Still, not a moment after their lips touched would William push her away, dreading the fact that he could not take her up on her offer, as much as he truly, wished he could.

“Nessa.” This time he spoke with more conviction. This had gone to far. In his unease he had let her take a step he shouldn’t have, and for that he felt awful. An emotion that would be clearly written in his eyes. The regret for what he had done, and was about to do. “I. Am. Not. Markus.” He would say each word clearly. “I believe you know you are not from this world. But, I am. I was born here, I am a Demon, born as a hybrid to an Angel mother, and a Demon father.” Markus would hold her at arm’s length, gently as not to hurt her, and trying to be as comforting as possible.

“The Markus you know is from your world, not mine. I do not know how such a thing is possible, but no matter how much… no matter how much either of us wish for what you want to be true. It will not happen…” For a brief moment William would consider his options, before making his decision. “I have no scars on my back, at least nothing noticeable." Moving them to the center of the room, William would unfold his wings. Within the cramped space they would take up a large portion of the room, but he needed them out of the way. “Look.”

Leaning over William would pull up his shirt, which luckily was designed to accommodate his wings, and pull it up enough so the she could see his back, touch it if needed.  Anyone who gave his back a close inspection would see that his raven black wings would flow smoothly into his shoulder blades, fully as another appendage, and his back would be unmarked excluding the occasional nick from an errant attack that might have come from a monster. Muscle would cord on his back, and tighten as his wings moved, his athletic form apparent. It was for that reason, William took good care of his body, not taking unnecessary risk, and usually paying for a healer to remove any unsightly scars before they got to bad.

When he could tell she was done with any sort of examination she might do on his back, he would stand, and readjust his shirt, hoping that he made his point, and now standing by to help her cope in any way he could. "I will help you get to him in any way I can, and I will help you here to the fullness of my ability... but, much to my dismay I assure you, I can not be more than what I am."

William would watch the woman as he spoke, first listening to her soft but pleading voice. He could not tell if she was pleading to him, or the universe, or both. But as he expected, she needed him to be Markus. And, honestly, it was a need he understood. She was thrown into this world who knows how, and who knows when, and with what, from he could tell, is much less power than she was used to. All of which proved to be what he could only expect as a horrible, and disorienting experience.

Although Markus could not see her when she looked at his back, should could hear her intake of breath, and knew, with that above anything else she believed him. As he turned to Nessa, sadness in his eyes, he could see it paled in comparison to the anguish she felt. As she released her frustration into the glass, and then fell to the floors in tears William could only watch, knowing this was something she needed to process.

Leaning over, William would pull the blanket from his bed, and lean down wrapping it around the girl, but otherwise he would not touch her, only crouch behind her so that she knew he was here. “I understand. This place is… difficult, and confusing. I wish I had realized you were an Otherworlder earlier, if so maybe… Maybe I could have saved you from some of this pain.” William would say softly. “As it stands, I will do what I can to help you. I have some money saved, and though I do not know much about Otherworlders, or how they return home, I have some connections that I might could contact.”

As William was talking, he would hear a sharp rasp on the door, followed by a message that their food had arrived, and was being left for them. “Laydown if you need to, take some time, I promise, we will get you home.” William would say, truly meaning what he said before silently retrieving their food and leaving it on the nightstand. He had no problem being displaced if it helped her cope.

William waited patiently nearby as Nessa took the time she needed to process. There was more than once he considered if he should leave. Surely, not having someone around who reminded her of what she was missing would be the best solution. However, he did not wish to take that step, at least not yet. Not unless it seemed that there would be no getting over how much he seemed like his supposed doubleganger.

One thing William did wonder is just how alike the two of them would be, it was obvious from Nessa’s reaction that they looked alike, and sounded alike. Though based on what he learned of the other mans scars, and Nessa’s reaction to his wings William could only conclude that their worlds, and thus their upbringings were different enough to lead to some large and noticeable changes, though not so drastic as to make their manors entirely noticable. Honestly, if William was not so creeped out by the concept, he would be absolutely enthralled by the possibilities.

As Nessa spoke, he would nod in understanding, kneeling next to the bed, but remaining distant from the woman. He could only imagine, and he knew saying as much would not help, so instead he would nod silently as she collected her thoughts and asked her next question.

Though the question was simple, and already answered, he understood her want, and or need to ask. It made sense, the desire to know more. He would notice however that as she spoke she no longer looked at him. Once more, he would consider if his best option would be to leave her. While he contemplated he answered the question.

“I was. I am one of the Eldritch…kinda… it is complicated. If you have any questions feel free to ask, hopefully I can make things less confusing.” He would state, before asking a question of his own. “Tell me about your homeland, what was your favorite food from home?” Although William was pretty sure food was food, he was hoping he could get her talking, and perhaps, if he was lucky, he might be able to aquire whatever it is tomorrow. Hopefully giving her something other than ‘Markus’ to dwell upon.

William would take a brief moment to grab himself a slab of meat, and a slice of some bread. The food was not amazing, but it gave him something to do other than looking at, or pushing the woman before she was ready. Kneeling down once more he would take a bite as Nessa listened to his answer, then asked a new question.

William would look at her briefly, curious if she was still trying to decide how alike Markus he was. With a smile he would answer softly. “I don’t mind. I am 26, so very young as far as elder races are concerned.” William would respond, wanting to ask more about her, but remaining silent as she answered his question.

“That is interesting, so that was what you meant by your power? You were pretty strong there?” William would ask genuinely curious. He was far from the most powerful person, and very low on the totem pole that is worldly power. It made him curious just how much power she had lost, and how difficult of a change that must be. “Must be a huge adjustment… I had heard Otherworld that come here experience changes… I am sorry you are going through this.”

William would laugh as she spoke about the Eldritch, and what they meant to her world. Truthfully, there certainly were members of the demon clan who could do such thing, but the very idea that Angels, Demons, and other beings had been completely displaced by Human kind was… intense.

“So… Humans one out in your world? Or has it always been humans?” William would ask curiously. Then laugh as she tried to backtrack. “No problem, as you saw by our blood sucking hot head leeches are not far off for some of us… I like to think that I am… not… in the majority. Though, hopefully one day that will change. If any of the races had their way… I think our world would end up much more like yours… Hell, humans and their… ingenuity… would probably win out.” The Eldritch would say, honestly believing that while the world would be bloody, he believed Humans if they really pushed could succeed in overtaking both the Eldritch and the Gaiyan.

A Nessa spoke William found himself nodding. Honestly, with what he learned and the way she carried herself he found himself believing her. However, when she actually used her Magic William could no help but stare. Moving a little closer, William would brush her hand for just a moment reaching out to cup it, when he seemed to think better of the idea and let his hands drop. Still kneeling, though now beside the bed he would speak up. “Its beautiful. Just like the night sky…” William would say breathlessly, know a beautiful star filled sky was one of the few joys he loved in life.

Taking a deep breath, he would seem to get his bearings and step further away again. “I see… Well, it still must be difficult, and no problem… This place is… well let’s just say their need to remain placid is engrained so deeply, there is no getting around it.” William would say, accepting her thanks, but not dwelling on it.

“Interesting. I would love to know more one day, but I guess this is not the time. Demons by nature like to be free, and enjoy… well life. I would be surprised to see so many so placid. But I guess if they have been weakened over years of hunting it is to be expected.” William would say, still interested thinking on what she had said when her next question came to him. One he was, now that he knew more, kind of regretting.

“Alright… well now that I know more, I have to be honest with you, because I refuse to lead you astray. I know nothing about Otherworlders, and until now thought of them as an old wifes tale. That being said, there are certainly more… knowledgeable individuals in these lands we could go see.” William paused for a moment contemplating. The truth was, he knew some people further in the Outer Realms. His first thought was obviously Sin Haven. His father, and other… high ranking… members of his race lived there. Though he would avoid them, there were a few within the city who owed him, though he certainly wouldn’t call her a friend... Though, such a trip would be dangerous for William, let alone an Otherworlder who looked like an Elf.

Realizing he had paused for longer than he wanted he spoke up again. “Truthfully, there are not a lot of good options… My first thought is Sinhaven. I know people there, but it is… deep in Eldritch territory. And, excuse me for the reminder, you looking like an Elf will not help with our travels there… Though, honestly you might do better as an elf than a human there.” William added, considering how the city acted to the human race. “The city while distrusting Otherworlders certainly makes use of their technology, and I would be surprised if someone there, excluding my… friend… Don’t know something.”

Taking another moment William decided he would lead the choice up to Nessa. “Alright, if you wish to try it, I will take you to Sin Haven. Though, it will be a long trip. We should probably cross back into Engloria first, restock there, perhaps get a bit more money… maybe even get some adventures guild allies” William added the last part in as a second thought more under his breath than anything. “Then we can head into the Outer Realms once more and see what we can discover.” All of this meant preparation, as such William would offer to get her a room for the night, and promise her a warm breakfast before they would set off on their next adventure, whatever that turned out to be.