He’s been holding true to his new title, collecting whispers and rumors and spinning them to his advantage or tucking them away for when they became useful. It was a new little tidbit that had reached his stark white ears now, a very interesting whisper indeed. It had to do with the brotherhood and he sets out to find the Raven Queen immediately. A fair amount of time had passed since they had blown into the Gates like a firestorm and stolen the Queen. It wouldn’t do to just let things fall quiet so soon after they had gotten everyone talking again. ”Straia…” He finds her among the density of pine trees as he expected he would. It was becoming easier to locate her due to the raven she had gifted him who currently clung to his shoulder. Although he couldn’t understand all the ravens, this one seemed to start making some sort of sense ever since he had been given his new title. Now that would be quite useful indeed, his own little feathery spy.
His wings are tucked firmly to his sides, avoiding getting torn and plucked by the clawing branches of the empty trees. ”I’ve heard a whisper that there’s a kingless kingdom these days.” He pauses, crimson eyes gauging her reaction. It wouldn’t be surprising if she already knew this information. ”I wondered if our old friend knows this or if there is something useful that could be gained from this little whisper.” The old Tundra man still lurks somewhere in the Chamber as the crazy ladies captive. Does he know his King is gone? Surely someone will step up and take advantage of the leaderless kingdom but who would get there first?
Gryffen
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