“The Shop… it-” that’s as far as Gerolf had to say anything. The tone and expression on the red-head man’s face said it all.
Llyr left his study, nearly ripping a hole in his jacket when he yanked it from the hook in his hurry to leave. He undid the various locks to the front door within trills, then left his home. Gerolf went to the front step. The usual guard that sat in the chair beside the door was gone. Llyr turned and gestured for the Rharnian guard to remain at the house. “Stay here.”
“I can’t let you go alone,” said Gerolf.
“You can and you will. Lock everything up like I showed you and watch the children. If you don't think it is safe, follow the latest plan.”
Gerolf nodded once, then shut the door. Llyr hurried down the street, into the commerce sector of the Commercial Circle and on the path to his shop.
Dawn had started on the horizon, casting a warm glow of light. As he got closer, his heart sunk when he could smell smoke… then saw it.
“No, no, no,” he murmured and broke into a sprint.
As he approached, Lochlann met him partway. The man had soot smudged across his face and blood from a gash on his cheek. He reached out and caught Llyr by the shoulders. “Not yet. Don’t go in yet. We just got the fire out and haven’t- Llywelyn!”
Llyr shrugged past, in a swift dodge. His wings lifted him out of reach and he landed in front of the freshly burnt husk of the shop front. The fine-glass windows were broken out in shatters, charred black in the frame. Items had been smashed in a trail of broken inventory. Llyr stepped over the threshold.
Llyr left his study, nearly ripping a hole in his jacket when he yanked it from the hook in his hurry to leave. He undid the various locks to the front door within trills, then left his home. Gerolf went to the front step. The usual guard that sat in the chair beside the door was gone. Llyr turned and gestured for the Rharnian guard to remain at the house. “Stay here.”
“I can’t let you go alone,” said Gerolf.
“You can and you will. Lock everything up like I showed you and watch the children. If you don't think it is safe, follow the latest plan.”
Gerolf nodded once, then shut the door. Llyr hurried down the street, into the commerce sector of the Commercial Circle and on the path to his shop.
Dawn had started on the horizon, casting a warm glow of light. As he got closer, his heart sunk when he could smell smoke… then saw it.
“No, no, no,” he murmured and broke into a sprint.
As he approached, Lochlann met him partway. The man had soot smudged across his face and blood from a gash on his cheek. He reached out and caught Llyr by the shoulders. “Not yet. Don’t go in yet. We just got the fire out and haven’t- Llywelyn!”
Llyr shrugged past, in a swift dodge. His wings lifted him out of reach and he landed in front of the freshly burnt husk of the shop front. The fine-glass windows were broken out in shatters, charred black in the frame. Items had been smashed in a trail of broken inventory. Llyr stepped over the threshold.