Bennett
Tyja Von Agstein
Stormalong,South Feyshore

Tyja sat in an intricately carved chair of Witherland Pine,staring out a the bustling street below him through the polished oak lattice of the singular window of his study.The myriad of raised voices accompanied by other sounds threatened him with a mild headache.He raised a leather gloved hand to draw the crimson silk curtains which hanged from silver poles over the windows before he left them as an afterthought.The brothel was lifeless today,he had sent all his employees to their homes so that the building could be cleaned,so he decided to go for a walk through the city.He shrugged on and buttoned up a wheat hued cardiganal robe over his leather vest and leggings.He slowly walk towards the study door,went down the polished stairs and across the main hallway before opening the double doors and walking into the Stormalong sunshine
Rebecca
Marsila Vema 
South Feyshore

Marsila gave a small nod in understanding and was relieved this woman could find her way back home without the fear of seeing her husband. Placing the notebook above the novel she had been reading on a small round table beside her, Marsila stood from her chair and held out a hand for Asteria to pull herself up with. 

"You should probably make your way back home before someone notices you are missing."

She planned to visit this woman in the morning. It was something she did often with her customers when they were close to the person they wanted to harm, especially if they lived together. This allowed her to gain better detail of her Target's interests and routine without causing a headache through other methods.
Bobbie
Asteria Fyrinth 
South Feyshore

With grateful eyes, she took the woman's hand and stood, appreciation pouring forth from her face, "Thank you. For everything." 
Asteria had been filled with anxiety over the situation, her heart in torn in a ruthless battle as her morality suffered the consequences for her choice. But it had to be done. She would not allow her child to suffer the same fate that she had, regardless of what she had to do in order to obtain protection. 

Though still filled with a healthy dose of fear, she was resolved, and Marsila had done a great deal to ease her troubled soul. With the beginnings of hope blooming in her mind, Asteria made her way back home. *Finally- they were saved.*
Rebecca
When Asteria had left, Marsila had placed the ring that had been used as collateral in a small wooden chest above her bookshelf, hidden away from wandering eyes. She had an off dealing about the task she had agreed to, knowing this man was human. She hoped to forgive herself for harming a human, only preferring to hunt monsters in general. This case however, she worried for the safety of Asteria and her unborn child. 

Finding her way to bed, she allowed the darkness to take over her sight before drifting off into a dreamless sleep. 

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Marsila woke up the moment the light shone through her window and brightened the room, finding it difficult to sleep whenever daylight was about. She had never been one for sleeping in, especially when she remembered what she had promised. The shifter sat herself up on the bed before stretching her arms back to open her chest. Following her stretch, Marsila pulled her head to the left until an audible pop could be heard and repeated with the other side. 

She pushed herself out of bed and strolled towards the small pantry near what was a piss poor attempt of a kitchen. The pantry had been filled with jerky she had made herself, taught by her adoptive father as a way to get through the day without having to deal with cooking or hunting. They lasted her a long time and would occasionally eat fresh meat when she had the time. 

Grabbing a handful of jerky, Marsila simply wrapped them before putting it in a makeshift bag which resembled a small sack made from cloth and rope. She hadn't bothered to change into new clothes considering she had only worn what she was wearing for a day and didn't have much else to wear. So once she was ready, Marsila began her journey to the Fyrinth home.
Bobbie
Nightmares haunted her sleep.Visions of horrific punishment and broken bodies decorating the place she called home; the sound of a child crying in the background and screams from a tortured Mother. Endless, unceasing terror gripping her body so tight that breathing seemed impossible; darkened blood on her hands, staining her skin an unnatural color as she viewed the chaos around her. The spiral into dread as it threatened to consume her, suffocating the few breaths that escaped her body. 
**
Asteria woke with a gasp, sucking in as much of the crisp air that she could, her body coated in sweat. A shaking hand raised to brush back the tendrils of hair that stuck to her moistened skin and carefully, she moved to the side of her bed, feet hanging down and resting upon the floor. *Had she made a terrible mistake?* Nausea seemed to overtake her senses and she closed her eyes, breathing slowly through her lips in an attempt to regain control. 

After an eternity, she rose to her feet, deciding to simply slip a robe over her nightgown, in an attempt to avoid further irritating the bruises that had been painted across her form- carefully hidden from sight. Calling a servant in for assistance, she had her hair intricately braided, deciding some decorum was still necessary. 

Finally feeling prepared for the Marsilas' visit, she made her way downstairs, carefully sitting in the lounge room and requesting tea, her body in no state for breakfast. Elegant fingers drummed anxiously on the couch as she awaited a knock on the door; heart beating fast in anticipation and fear.
Rebecca
Marsila Vema
South Feyshore

It had taken longer than she hoped to arrive at the house occupied by the Fyrinth couple, finding trouble along the way due to the large crowds that occupied the streets. When she finally managed to arrive, her eyes scanned over the front door that held a metal ring above the handle before reaching towards it. Marsila gave knocked the ring against the wooden door three times before taking a step back. She already made the decision as to how she supposedly knew her client if one were to ask. 

She took a step back to give herself some space between the door and herself as she waited for someone to welcome her in. As she did so, Marsila decided now would be a great time to pull out a stick of jerky for her to snack on.
Bobbie
Asteria Fyrinth
Fyrinth Home, South Feyshore

The sound of someone knocking at the door pulled Asteria from the suffocating silence of her home and she quickly moved to the entrance, instantly forgetting any manners that had been instilled in her as she passed the butler. Throwing open the solid oak door, she barely took notice of the woman snacking; instead, she carefully pulled the woman inside and let out a sigh of relief, motioning to the sitting room. 

"I can call for some food if you like- and tea?" She motioned to one of the servants and sat down, nervous fingers fiddling as her eyes roamed the room, just waiting for someone to appear. Despite knowing that her husband had left, she still felt his presence lurking, a silent reminder of him in everything her eyes crossed.