return to Bree

“Well, maybe I’m no different, but neither are you. The question is, what do we do about it?”

Davamir was looking at Dru expectantly; not doubting, at least visibly, that she had some manner of plan.

Sera stepped into the hovel of a room, with its broken windows and holes in the wall so deep that you could see through them to the street, that she and her mother called a home in Beggar's Alley.

"Mother? I'm back."

A middle aged woman with similar features, though they were somewhat worn and drawn, stood from her seat by the tub of murky water that served as a washbasin and her eyes lit up with excitement and love.

"Sera! Come here- Ah, wait let me dry my hands first-"