The storm raged outside of Clarkefell manor this particular evening. The streets of Azureen's capitol, Karth would be vacant save for the rats and the rain. Riku sits in her study, cozy from the elements as she skims through yet another esoteric tome on the living dead. She has been getting closer to a work around for the King's demand but the frustration is mounting. With an angered sigh she closes yet another book and leans back in the leather chair to take a moment. She abhored not knowing.
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