Kelleon Rezz Wealbrig
It amazed Kelleon that despite the house being full of people, there was barely a sound to be heard within its walls. Dinner last night was the worst of it because everyone ate in dreadful silence, even the sound of cutlery against a plate carried no enthusiasm.

 They were graveyards that showed more life than this house, and Kelleon decided he would not suffer its haunting nature for another night. 

 So when evening arrived Kelleon departed his home without announcing it, he did not care enough to at this point. Though his stride down the streets was calm the winds blew against his cloak making it seem as though he was racing to his next destination. It was partly true, he was eager to meet with the only other person who might grasp what he was dealing with. 

 An old friend whom he more than owed a visit. 

 His walk led him to the City square, which was still quite alive despite the moon's presence in the sky. Though he knew the beauty of the tavern at night Kelleon wished for a more calm and personal meeting with his friend. 

 The City Square offered restaurants with private balconies to overlook the square, they were perfect for solitude, so he walked into the one he was most familiar with, greeting the attendee there with a curt nod as he passed, then called to a servant he recognized from an earlier visit.

"I require two things from you, lad. Firstly, please arrange a balcony table with the finest wine you have, and secondly, have someone look out for Lady Fenrielle Elsinaine. You know her, yes?" The man nodded. "Good, she should be passing through here in a moment, have her brought to me, aye?" 

 Kelleon slipped him a silver and walked past him to the stairway. A few seconds later someone else came and led him to a small balcony lit up by gemstones strung together by a cord. 

 He took his seat and looked out to the square where a lady sat by the fountain playing the lute, filling the air with a sweet song. It was a lovely night, and he would not even have known it if he had stayed in that house.
Lady Fenrielle Elsinaine
Home. A place of sanctuary, of relaxation, and of utter comfort. But similar to Lord Kelleon Wealbrig, home had become a source of drowning for Lady Fenrielle Elsinaine. Somehow the desolate, hushed halls shifted into suffocation, and the paintings that lined the walls were punishment for the memory. It was torture for the mind that desperately sought distraction. However, Fenrielle was bound to her home and her home was bound to her. She served as the last of the Elsinaine legacy and it has become her destiny to restore her family's name to glory, despite how truly painful the responsibility was. While there was a part of her that unrelenting to such a destiny and desired nothing more the freedom she had long ago, there existed a larger part of her that needed the fulfillment of undoing what she failed to do for her father; in a way, she felt as if she *Owed* Him this, this duty to grasp the Elsinaine name from the ashes and rebirth into a dazzling phoenix, however impossible that might seem... So, Fenrielle had accepted this maddening suffering that *Home* Inflicted upon her. 

*She knew she deserved it.* 

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Still, the Noblewoman would jump at the chance of an invitation to escape home. Travel provided a paradise, albeit fleeting as she knew what awaited her but, a paradise nonetheless. There were many locations across the continent that Fenrielle delighted in, however, none compared to the magic of Findara's capital city. Ardunon was a lively and diverse environment that was so unlike any other settlement that she had come across. Regardless of the season or the temperament of politics, the people of Ardunon never faltered in the pure joy that they radiated. Dancers, artists, and other varieties of performers filled the streets to spread the merriment; travelers and natives alike soothed at the sight of the imaginative spectacles. Due to her Noble legacy being tied to Damerel, Fenrielle relished in the luxury of roaming the streets and not being recognized; she would only appear to be a richer woman with the two guards that tailed closely behind her. As the sunset shifted into dusk, Fenrielle captured the spirited sight of Ardunon's nightlife and then, entered the restaurant. 

"Lady Fenrielle Elsinaine," A man greeted her, "It is a pleasure to host you here. Please, follow me. Lord Kelleon is waiting for you." 


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With a simple nod, the Noblewoman followed the man through the restaurant and to the spiral staircase. As she ascended the stairs, her mind rummaged for a way to properly speak with Kelleon now... Now that he had lost his brother. Fenrielle was hardly an expert healer of her own grief and she knew that she would be unable to impart any words of wisdom; though when she truly reflected upon it, nobody in grief wanted *Wisdom.* They wanted normalcy, or any close semblance of it. At least, that was all Fenrielle ever wanted. So perhaps, she wouldn't address the elephant in the room at all and perhaps, she could provide that normalcy for Kelleon. 

Upon reaching the balcony, Fenrille was greeted with yet another magical view of Findara. Momentarily, her icy gaze remained glued with the way the stars speckled the dusky night sky and how the moon nestled perfectly between the far peaks of Hyburn; she always had a special connection with the celestial bodies and sometimes, it was hard to ignore.

"Lord Kelleon," The man spoke up and broke Fenrielle from her trance, "Lady Elsinaine as requested. A server shall be with you shortly." With a bow, the man backed away and disappeared down the spiral staircase. The Noblewoman stepped forward and offered Kelleon a bow before she moved to join him at the table. While her features remained stoic and neutral, there was happiness deep within her to be reunited with a friend. 

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"Lord Kelleon, what a lovely spot you have selected for our evening and..." Fenrielle trailed off as she leaned over the balcony to gaze upon the woman who played the lute below, "Well. Ardunon never fails to impress. Does it?" Her long, pearly white tresses moved gently with the caress of the breeze as she continued to marvel at the sight of the streets below. After a moment she pushed herself away from the balcony and gave her attention to the Nobleman. 

"Have you dined here before?" She asked while her hands smoothed creases of her cerulean gown; the material made of silk and tulle that delivered a flowy, airy type of look to her dress.
Kelleon Rezz Wealbrig
Kelleon responded in kind, he stood from his seat and bowed respectfully to Lady Fenrielle. It had been a while since he had seen her, at least up close, he did catch a glimpse of her at a ball over a month ago or so, but he was bound to his mother's side that night as she tried to, without shame nor his opinion, sell him out to one of the more esteemed nobles who were attending the ball. It was a moment he would rather wipe clean from his mind. 

 Still, despite the length of time between their meets, her beauty had never once faded, in fact beneath the moon's glow Fenrielle seemed to have some ethereal glow about her, as though Lunam herself was admiring her from above. He decided it was simply an after-effect of her being a Celestial Sorceress beneath a night sky that was crowded with the brightest of stars. 

 He also felt it would be rude to compliment her given that she has most likely been receiving compliments from many suitors who believe her current situation to be their best chance of her even thinking of marriage alliances. 

 It was a crude thought process that. One he knew was far too common amongst their peers. So, instead, he gave Fenrielle a smile. "We need no titles amongst ourselves, Fenrielle. I have suffered too many days with that weight on my shoulders already, and besides, it is not as if we haven't known each other since... Gods." He took a moment to reconcile before continuing. "I feel we have grown a tad too fast, and now the world is showing us its more wicked hand."

He shrugged and followed Fenrielle to the railing, leaning against it to stare at the square below before answering her question. "I have dined here before. Brakteon brought us here when he was still a knight of the order, he treated all of us to dinner and had the place emptied just so we could be ourselves without prying eyes. I admit the thought crossed my mind, but I believe the balcony suffices, and I do not wish to rob anyone of a good dinner. Speaking of which."

 Kelleon reached back and grabbed the wine and glasses off the table. He used a claw to effortlessly uncork the bottle, then poured the wine into her glass before filling his. "It's their best make, not because it is strong per se, but rather because it's sweet." He took a sip and sighed as memories washed over him, he remembered the nights out with his band before they disbanded.

 "Anyways, tell me Fenrielle, how have you been? And where is Orion? I thought you two were attached to the hip?"
Lady Fenrielle Elsinaine
"Of course," Fenrielle nodded at the Nobleman, "Sometimes it is difficult to remember who you can and cannot take off the mask with, Kelleon." A smile still couldn't be brought to her features though. So perhaps, the mask never completely came off; even in the company of a close friend. Nonetheless, there was a sense of ease that filled the air as Fenrielle's shoulders dropped and her frame leaned more comfortably upon the railing. As Kelleon spoke, her eyes glanced between the beastwalker's face and the scene below the balcony, finding tranquility in each. She didn't allow her neutral expression to flicker into another emotion once Brakteon was mentioned. After all, her goal was to establish a sense of normalcy, not linger upon the grief of a lost one. The wounds of Brakteon's death were still fresh and while she admired Kelleon's ability to have such a strong face, she knew full well what it was like to hold up a facade; and she also knew how that facade would be broken with a few simple words. No need for painful reminders. However, it seemed the reminder that this restaurant held in Kelleon's memory was something filled with warmth and delight. While Fenrielle never had such memories with her own family, she still found herself filled with joy for her friend. Nonetheless, the topic shifted to the dinner ahead when the man rotated around to provide the wine for the night. 

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"Thank you, Kelleon," Fenrielle took a small sip and nodded, "Sweet, indeed. But it matches my tastes perfectly well," She paused to debate whether a response to his memories with Brakteon were appropriate and once decided, she resumed, "Orion? Oh, I did question whether to allow him to accompany me or not. However, he made up my mind for me. When the carriage was readied and I called him to join me, he scampered back inside and tucked himself around Orilaia's leg..." A fleeting smile drifted upon her features at the mention of Orion's behavior and then, it disappeared. She took another sip of her wine and pushed herself gently away from the railing, moving to take a seat at the table insead. 

"So, the journey over here ended up being rather uneventful without Orion. I believe when winter finally fades and spring blossoms, he becomes restless to explore the woods surrounding our home. He always returns home to sleep with me at night so, I have no qualms about it. Regardless, he is happy to be out the house after a *Long* Winter and I am happy to be... Well, I am happy to be in the capital again. It's refreshing; the people, the merriment, and *Everything.* I plan to see the Princess during my time here as well, might as well take care of some necessary business. What about you, any other plans in Ardunon while you're here?"
Kelleon Rezz Wealbrig
Kelleon listened attentively to Fenrielle and her explanation of Orion's absence brought a small smile. He never had a pet of his own, he didn't know why exactly but nobody felt the need to have one, as wolf shifters they never needed trackers, and they have always been more than enough at home to help with companionship. 

 Though sometimes Kelleon did wish he had a pet, someone he could talk to without getting a meaningful response. 

 The comment of the capital bringing Fenrielle joy made him feel a sense of accomplishment, a change of scenery often helped the mind relax and distracted it from more seemingly pressing issues. The same was said of alcohol, but Kelleon did not feel like drinking any more than he had already in the past weeks. 

 There were probably enough empty bottles lying about the house to restock a bar.

When Fenrielle wrapped up with a question as to what Kelleon planned to do in Ardunon he didn't have a direct answer, mostly because it was up in the air for the time being. 

 Aside from managing the Estate, and ensuring his sister didn't kill some fool who thought he could court her, his job at home was more of a message boy, which was getting old and annoying fast. 

 "I do not know anymore, Fenrielle. As you have an idea, unfortunately, the death of a family member is not something that blows over in a week, especially in a case as complicated as Brakteon's. As of now, I am helping my sister into her position as next head of the house the best I can... But something has caught my attention."

 Before he can explain the curtain is pulled aside and a waiter comes through balancing two trays of fine food in each hand. She placed them down, curtsied, and was gone before either of them had a moment to thank her. 

 "Dinner has been served quicker than expected," Kelleon said as he gestured to the chair, and as they sat Kelleon continued. "You are versed in magical artifacts, both from here and beyond the borders, right?" He did not await an answer, instead, he asked a pending question. "What do you know of my family's swords? The Brightmoon Blades. Is there a chance you have heard of anything similar outside of Findara?"
Lady Fenrielle Elsinaine
Before Fenrielle could respond to Kelleon's laments about his family situation, a sizzling dish of fine food was placed in front of her. Her icy gaze curiously peeked at plate to inspect the food presented, which consisted of a variety of roasted vegetables and delicately sliced meat; with a few sniffs, she could identify the meat as quail. It would certainly be a fulfilling meal after a long trip, even if the woman would mostly enjoy the vegetables over the roasted bird. Far too famished for formalities, Fenrille swiped up her fork and laid the cloth napkin in her lap so that she may begin to eat. As she lifted up with a piece of mushroom with her fork, her attention settled upon Kelleon when he continued to speak. The Elf chewed thoughtfully while she pondered over his question. Yes, she was no novice when it came to magical artifacts across Lucidien; she had spent a majority of her life studying and hunting down such things as a means to collect funds for her failing Noble house. And as not only an expert in this topic but a close friend of the Wealbrig family, she was familiar with the Brightmoon Blades. Perhaps not as familiar as someone *From* The Wealbrig family but enough so that she could catch herself up to speed on Kelleon's possible intentions. After all, last she heard about those blades was that only two remained and the last one... Faded into fables and myths. So, did he intend to shake away those legends and discover the location of the last Brightmoon Blade? Fenrielle nearly smiled. Now, *That* Sounded exciting. 

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After she swallowed her bite of mushroom and dabbed her mouth with the cloth napkin, she spoke, "I am familiar with the Brightmoon Blades, yes. I recall retellings from your family and additionally, the swords are lightly mentioned in a book I read long ago; *Lost to Lucidien: A Collection of Mythic Relics.* But, not much information is provided about the Brightmoon Blades there. It is mysterious yet intriguing all the same. Nonetheless, there are similar swords that I have collected myself throughout my travels and, some I have read about too. Yet, none are the *Last* Brightmoon Blade themselves. For example, a blacksmith in Kara-Tur made a trio of celestial blades called 'The Sky's Saviors.' Made specifically for a trio of brothers who fought in a war many, many centuries ago. It is said the blades, when together, had unimaginable power. Yet, similar to the Brightmoon Blades, the Sky's Saviors have been lost to time; not even a single blade recovered and preserved. Somewhat of a myth nowadays. Nonetheless, is there a reason why you inquire about the Brightmoon Blades, Kelleon?" 

Not keen upon ceasing her feasting completely for conversation, Fenrielle took another stab at the vegetables and continued to eat while she waited for Kelleon to respond.
Kelleon Rezz Wealbrig
Kelleon listened to Fenrielle intensely, his food all but forgotten as she went into small detail about the other mythic-like blades such as his family's Brightmoon Blades. He pondered on that for a moment, was there a chance that his family swords were often mistaken for others? There was nothing inherently amazing about their swords, unlike the many he had heard about, such as the one Brakteon faced in Lazaroth that could change shape. 

 But there was the glow, the deep eerie blue glow. He decided it could not be mistaken for another. It was simply, like these Sky Saviors, lost. But what was lost could be found, many secrets were unearthed, some even by the lady sitting before him who had done her part in bringing light to ancient pieces of this world. He had none of her skills, only his small time exploring could be a measure of hers, but that did not deter him as much as it should. 

 His thoughts were halted when he heard Fenrielle's question, it was a valid one, and if it were anyone else he would have waved the question off, however, she was the closest he could confide in besides his family, so he answered.

 "We're not in good shape, Fenrielle, the estate I mean... But the family as well. Brakteon's matter has far too many glass shards scattered around, and trying to piece it together is a nightmare in a nightmare. Killed on Lazaroth grounds, his body unrecovered, his killer vanished, his vengeance undone, his honor forfeit... Knights knock on our door demanding our response, demanding revenge, and we cannot give a proper response other than the common mourning excuse."

He sighed and leaned his chin on his knuckles, pausing for a brief moment before continuing. "The swords are a symbol, they represent the Wealbrigs, the Wolf Knights of Findara, and now one of us is dead. He might have disowned himself but he still spoke his name when facing opponents, and he still spoke his name when doing good... He could have completed his quest and returned home a champion, he could have become the Matron, gotten married to another house and maybe moved up our rank, taught the next generation of knights for the good of the Kingdom... And now he is dead." 

 Kelleon paused again, as though repeating the fact made it more and more solid in his mind. 

 "Nobody will pick the sword, not Father, nor Sister, nor me. I cannot use that sword, and so we must wait till one of the others grows strong enough to carry it. But while we wait, while we heal, we lose credibility and status. Even now my Sister takes note of the weariness of our squires. With the third sword, there's a chance at regaining our position as an impenetrable House of Findara." He chuckled dryly and turned away to the outstretching sight of the city. "Can you imagine? Rather than mourning my brother, I have delved into politics... Isn't that a horrid thing."
Lady Fenrielle Elsinaine
Fenrielle noticeably softened while Kelleon elaborated upon his deepest grievances. It wasn't an easy sight to behold—witnessing one of her closest friends crumble to the impossible weight that nobility placed on an individual. Though not only could Fenrielle sympathize but, she could utterly relate to such misery. She recalled the agonizing days after her father had excused himself from this world and how she barely had a moment to properly grieve; she was immediately ushered into the head of house position and answers were demanded by those affected by her father's death. So perhaps for the first time in a *Long* Time, Fenrielle displayed her emotions for Kelleon; a somber frown and a pair of sorrowful eyes. Her appetite had quickly dissipated and now, food was hardly at the forefront of her mind. She hardly even realized that she had dropped her fork and abandoned all hope of clearing the dish of fine food in front of her. The Noblewoman was fully intent on hearing Kelleon bare his heart out about everything that has built over the last few months, and how that pain had been crushing his soul. Oddly enough though, she could almost smile. The way the man spoke of his brother in such a loving and honorable manner was truly uplifting, as unique as that was to feel at the moment. But still, through all this angst, there was a flame of inspiration that sparked within Fenrielle; a flame whose warmth she hadn't felt in ages...

"Kelleon..." She spoke as he paused but, not with the intention to say anything. It was almost as a comfort; a way to say 'I am listening and, I care'. As the Nobleman doubled down about his faith in the last Brightmoon Blade, the inspiration within Fenrielle became even more blazing with passion. It was as if she suddenly struck with a purpose and while she had purposes herself, there was none that made her feel this alive. Albeit, Fenrielle *Did* Delight in mystery and adventure so that contributed to this intense feeling. 

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"Kelleon," This time, she intended to say something of value, "I don't believe you intend to retrieve the last Brightmoon Blade purely because of politics. You have faith in this sword for far more than simply restoring your family's position as a respectable house in Findara. I understand what this sword means to you. *Personally.* And what this sword might've meant to Brakteon. Kelleon I... I want to help you find the last Brightmoon Blade. I want to help you, Brakteon, and all of your family. Like I said, this is not simply politics. This is... Healing. And with everything you and your family have endured lately, I want to help provide this healing for you all. Now, Kelleon, will you be brave with me and retrieve this damn blade?"