Hounds Cottage, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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Red jumped down Hound's immaculate bed and started to round Lydia's feet, she picked him up and stood up with a frown.
"Welcome back, Hound" she found her voice to whisper.
Hound doesn't say anything as Lydia turns around, her new pet in hand and her dress bundled in her left palm.
Shade watched in silence, His new theory ready to be shared with his master: The Casted Land poisons one's body and then sucks the life out of the body slowly.
Hound falls back into his bed, his body strange.
As Lydia reaches the threshold, she is met with the sight of Conan with his sword, he is dressed like a knight today.
"Good afternoon Lady Theodore" he acknowledged, his eyes going behind her and back.
She nodded, her throat dry "Welcome Sir Conan, Hound just woke up, I shall take my leave now" she let out quickly.