Discoveries

As the first party was preparing to gate into the dungeon, waves of undead began to attack. K'ryn sat back and watched. She made no effort to participate in the defense, unless the skeletal knights and liches attacked her. The lich is considered sacred, Andrew had told her and she remembered them now. There were those who did appreciate her services. The drow archer, who later told her he was in the service of one Jabbuk Vhaerun, had fallen beneath the onslaught of liches and he had appreciated her reviving him.

Strongbow, how she loved to torment the cranky elf, had tried his best to ignore her. She continued to dangle her legs over the railing, watching the elf and his half elf love rally the small defense force. At some point during one of the attacks, his love fell beneath the onslaught. K'ryn watched with interest as the small, seemingly overwhelmed, group fought off the hordes and revived the fallen emissary. Soon the waves ceased and the defenders decided that the group must have encountered Baal'morda. That was when the comments that she was not needed, nor wanted there began.

K'ryn was not stupid. She took the opportunity the lull in combat presented to wander towards the crypts and Mord'sythe's tower. On a whim, she tested the door. Slate blue eyes widened as the door easily gave to her twisting of the knob. "Hmmm, where are you Sythe? You may have the elves fooled, but I know you better," she thought to herself. The first floor remained unchanged. The room he had reluctantly made semi-comfortable so long ago, was still that way. The laboratory had changed. More jars and vials littered the room. K'ryn picked up a vial and sniffed carefully at it, before once again setting it down. It was the bookcase that drew her attention. Here was where Sythe kept his papers and notes. Familiar tomes were quickly passed over as she searched. "A Journal of Wind" caught her eye. She quickly skimmed through the journal, then slowly read it again. Yes, there it was. As she had suspected. Sythe and Myra were more than they appeared.

It was the note from "Trenton Sythe" that held her attention. "What game do you play now, Sythe?" she murmured quietly, reading the note. The line if I do not return, you each have your tasks to complete troubled her. It led credence to her believe that Mord'sythe was up to something. But she could not put her finger on exactly what it was.

As had long been her practice, she carefully returned everything to its place. She did not want just anyone knowing that this had been discovered. And she knew if Mord'sythe was still alive, he would know she had returned to his tower. K'ryn slowly left the tower and closed the door behind her, her thoughts in a jumble.