Judy
*Silnaria was often a beautiful city of white and gold. But in a far corner lay an ashen ruin. The Kiriyami castle was once tall and proud, but was now merely a shell of what it used to be, burned out by flame, looted by the mob that was once here. Warning signs surrounded the place, warning of danger. The place was unknown, hidden from the world. The tragedy that occurred here would never be heard.*

*Yakaiyo stood in front of the hollowed structure, her expression melancholic. Today would mark the end of her life in Silnaria. The midnight sky showed a waning moon, the crescent barely showing light.*

"I'm just... Going to take a few memoirs. That's all. We should be done at night."

*Yakaiyo turned towards Horace and Celeana.*

"And I expect both of you to behave, alright? I'm looking for a sword, a knife, and a pendant."
John
*A chilling night, was this one here. The crescent light accompanied by a brief breeze that would make any poor sap without a coat shiver. Horace was one of those fools, his toned and tough skin kissed by the air of the area.*

*None of it quite compared to what he felt inside however. Looking across the ruble that Aka had once called home. It wasn't as if he knew the area, or even how it looked before it's destruction.*

*And yet destruction it still was. So this is what had become of Aka's home, her family, her life. Why she was the way she was when they'd first met. He shivered at the thought, prying his eyes off the rubble to look at Yakaiyo.*
"Of course..."

*He glances off to the side at the stranger next to him. Another elf? Someone he didn't know certainly. Someone Aka liked to of been brought here. He doesn't say much save for an extended hand, hoping to find some common ground in their friendship of Yakaiyo.*
"I'm Horace. Nice to meet you, miss...?"
Vanessa
Didn't mean to type quite that much but

*Celeana turned to face the man, she didn't immediately grab his hand. Instead she began walking around Horace instead. She wanted to know what weapons he had but also to remember what he looked like. She heard stories of people attacking allies in thr dark. Once she completed her lap she grab hold of his hand and shook it.*

"I'm Celeana, it's a pleasure to meet you... Assuming I have all my blades when we're done."

*Rogues often spotted each other almost instantly. Just as she figured him out, he probably figured her out as well.*

*Once the greeting was over, she turned to the castle. A long time ago she lived in this castle. She remembered how happy Yakaiyo felt at the chance of moving into some small cottage.*

"Should we be expecting company within?"
John
*Horace raises an eyebrow, looking to Yakaiyo as if asking if he did anything wrong. His attention cutting back to Celeana as she comes behind him. What the hell was she- Ooooooooooohhhhh...*

*It must of been the grandjeur of the destroyed castle, or some carelessness on Horace's part, but he had not noticed. A dark cloaked maiden with a rather dexterous fit, and a look in her eye that screamed thief.*

*Horace himself has a similar look, save for a lack of dark clothing. There wasn't much sneaking around to be had here, so he was dressed more plainly. With that said, the search for weapons on the elf was rather fruitless. Nothing much, save for a hidden dagger that wasn't so hidden if you knew where to look.*

*Horace, though alot more awkward than at first, shakes Celeana's hand back. His grip firm and hand calloused, suggesting he worked with his hands often.*
"Yeah... Sure."

*He glances to Yakaiyo as well, stepping away from the other elf.*
"Dunno who'd be set up in a place like this. If raiders or bandits had set up camp, we'd certainly of seen some tracks."
Vanessa
I'm writing too much ;~;
Judy
"No. At most, looters. But no one comes for the 'cursed gold of Kiriyami.' You should be able to trust each other. Celeana has blades, Horace has fists. Let's... Let's go."

*A heavy amount of pain can be heard in her voice as she begins walking through the grand front doors, brushing her hand on the scorched stone, once carved delicately to match vines on wooden beams.*

*This was where Hakaze had his last stand.*

*Dozens of skeletons litter the ground, rusted pitchforks and dead torches lying near them. However, none of them wore Hakaze's armor nor had his sword. After searching the mountain of bones, Yakaiyo hangs her head.*

"It's... Not here. His other sword should be further inside."
Vanessa
*In a theatrical turn of her body she followed directly behind Yahaiyo. Her silver hair flying eveywhere, nearly touching Horace's face. As she spun her arsenal of daggers could be seen behind her belt from the back.*

*Hearing the sorrow in Yakaiyo's voice, the way she placed her hand on the stone entrance. She decided not to mention that thiefs can not trust each other. Truth was, she was as prepared to fight Horace as much as any looter.*

*Celeana was careful to not step on the bones of the fallen, Yakaiyo's family deserved to rest in peace.*