Ephermis Darr

[Joslae]

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"Darr... Darr!"

A bony elbow jabbed Darr from a very short night. His luminous amber eyes crescent to the sight of thunderous rain pummeling puddled mud into submission. Only the small outcropping in the trench kept the few remaining acolytes dry. There were no beds, but that didn't matter. Leaning against the earthwork with arms crossed over his chest, Darr had still found sleep.

"I was having a good dream," Darr growled.

Apprentice Erisa strode past the Acolytes, her muddy cloak dirt splattered and frilled from combat. Her robes were clinging to her form and even through the rain and the smell of iron and sulfur, he caught a whiff of her perfume.

"A very good dream," Darr finished.

Setil blinked, and his bony fist struck Darr on the shoulder. "Her? You must have been dreaming. She's beyond out of your league."

His mockery was... irritating.

Darr's chest rose and his eyes fell shut with a rumbling sigh. "Did you have a reason to wake me, Setil?"

Setil clacked his fingers eagerly and Darr could hear the grin in his voice.

"Oh, yes. Guess where I've been?"

Darr cared little for his games. "I know where you're going to be if you don't get to the point in the next five seconds."

Setil chuckled, but Darr could sense the flash of fear in him. Good, that was breakfast, though with the war he hadn't been short on that.

The lanky Pureblood leaned in to whisper in a conspiratorial tone. "Lord Aghra's bunker."

Darr's eyes snapped open. "Lord Aghra? He's back?"

Setil nodded with a gleeful grin. "I knew you'd be interested. How about we go for a little walk?"

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