Llyr stood at the window. Still dressed in his leathers, still seething. He'd been brooding for three trials, submerged in his rage. His headquarters, burnt to blackened char within trials of opening. More so, however, what had happened to his people. His people. Not some frivolous slag in a brothel, not an unsuspecting innocent that he didn't know, not even those he'd chosen to be close to him... but Watcher.
His Watcher.
Lochlann remained in the room with him. He'd been staying near Llyr since the arson, as if he didn't want to let the blond out of his sight. It was likely wise. It was the only reason Llyr hadn't gone immediately to Holbret's estate.
The Blackguard had been useless. Their investigation had come back with nothing so far. Even Dale Garnet seemed to come up empty-handed and made some comment about how he couldn't help. That it wasn't technically under his division or some nonsense. It was a farce. Llyr could see that plainly. Someone had paid the blackguard off prior to the arson... someone had gotten to the authorities before him on the matter. He wasn't about to risk his newly acquired sway with anyone higher up or not in the direct law enforcement either.
How long would he stay at the window of his study? Staring at nothing in particular but the alley that laid adjacent to his filthy little home? It'd easily been breaks of time now.
Llyr glanced over his shoulder when he heard a light snoring. He scoffed, in a dry laugh, when he realized that Lochlann had finally fallen asleep. It'd taken him long enough. Not that he needed the man asleep, but it would buy him some time... and every trill would count.
His Watcher.
Lochlann remained in the room with him. He'd been staying near Llyr since the arson, as if he didn't want to let the blond out of his sight. It was likely wise. It was the only reason Llyr hadn't gone immediately to Holbret's estate.
The Blackguard had been useless. Their investigation had come back with nothing so far. Even Dale Garnet seemed to come up empty-handed and made some comment about how he couldn't help. That it wasn't technically under his division or some nonsense. It was a farce. Llyr could see that plainly. Someone had paid the blackguard off prior to the arson... someone had gotten to the authorities before him on the matter. He wasn't about to risk his newly acquired sway with anyone higher up or not in the direct law enforcement either.
How long would he stay at the window of his study? Staring at nothing in particular but the alley that laid adjacent to his filthy little home? It'd easily been breaks of time now.
Llyr glanced over his shoulder when he heard a light snoring. He scoffed, in a dry laugh, when he realized that Lochlann had finally fallen asleep. It'd taken him long enough. Not that he needed the man asleep, but it would buy him some time... and every trill would count.