Lannister 1

A dark rose petal fluttered through the trees like an aimless butterfly, and while its movement was erratic, it moved in one direction.

Lara and Lannister sat by a small campfire, quietly hoveled under a rocky ledge.

Through the darkness, the dark petal found its way home, and landed on Lannister’s lap, as if it were making itself at comfortable.

Lannister gently grabbed it and gave the petal a rub. The petal gave up the last of its magic and slipped away, sending him a single message: a location.

“An Orren found someone. A little further east.” Lannister said, watching the petal turn to dust in his fingers. Lara didn’t look up from the fire.

“Seems like he didn’t get far.”

“Yeah. We’ll probably need to apologize and explain about what happened, back in Losla. Have you tried to contact him?”

“Yeah. I don’t think he’s been charging the crystal. Either that or he’s quite mad with us.” Lara said, shrugging.