[Seth Lavryl]

Seth lowered down the badger and stared at the eerie glowing orange phenomenon, ignoring the sound of the limp badger’s pelt hitting the pavement and sliding over the bare cobblestones in the torrential downpour of rain. Dark cerulean blue eyes peered uncannily over the storm-tossed ocean, glazing over the zephyrs of waves that rolled maddeningly atop the blue liquidly surface. Something was not right here. Something was not right here at all.

His gaze briefly met Ality’s, before following her progress towards the black carriage. Quietly, he tsked beneath his breath. From what he’d heard – and Seth had heard from only a few select people on such matters – Lady Glory’s return was something smacking of irony. The very reason why Tirisfal had been invaded was on account of her poisoning the Provincial Justicar. Her absence throughout the past three eras was something of an admittance to her rambunctious antics, the notion that she’d hung low and waited for the event to breeze over something akin to a guilty confession. It lacked the frantic plea of innocence, needless to say. Not to mention the accompany of her sisters in the matter.

It made a man do more than just pause and scratch his head.

He shook his head, unwilling to volunteer himself to be caught up in such scandals. Politics was as metaphorically connected to this storm as the eerie glowing ball of light to its politicians. Unaccounted and unpredictable.

Seth hung back, hands in his pockets, watching the ocean’s waves, waiting for a chance to speak to Klue and get some news on just what in Aerternia was going on here.