The slow creaking of the woman's rocking chair came to a very sudden stop as Hawke spoke to her. She remained still though the tune she was just humming had vanished as well. The room sitting in a rather eerie silence, a few inklings of light trickling through the destroyed roof. Just when the silence seemed like it had stayed too long the short haired woman turned her head a bit. The side of her face in view now, seeming mostly unblemished by time, nearly wrinkleless but it was clear her age was in the late 60-70s. Her blue gray eye looked over Hawke for a few moments silently before she spoke. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">Albion...</span>" She said in a mostly pleasant tone as she slowly rose from the chair, a large tabby cat jumping from her lap before quickly moving across the dust-covered ground towards Hawke. Rubbing gently against his boots as the cat's owner turned to face him.<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Ffashion.ekstrax.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2013%2F07%2FHairstyles-For-Older-Women-3.jpg&amp;hash=f5b354940b2cbcd917f79313a5c94f4b" href="http://fashion.ekstrax.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/Hairstyles-For-Older-Women-3.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">The woman</a>'s blue and white dress flowing to her ankles nearly wrinkleless as she eyed the man with a slight suspicion in her eyes. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">You're... not Albion.</span>" She spoke as she stood still in front of him, watching the man from her place a few feet away. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">But if you are here, then you seek him out too.</span>"<br/><br/>The woman stood perfectly still, her eyes trained on the wand pointed at her with apprehension. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">Now, perhaps, if you put that wand down. We can help each other.</span>" She offered a smile which seemed so friendly it almost seemed unsettling. And it was that second of that near gleeful smile would resonate in Hawke's mind, connecting with a memory that was not his own. A few simple words echoing around the dust-covered house.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">'He would see your father's sacrifice be in vain so KILL HIM.'</span><br/>
</i>​</div>But the woman before him had aged considerably since that memory, she seemed almost uncannily innocent now, a mere shadow of the fierce woman she was in the memory he recalled from Albiorix's head. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">It is, in your best interest, that you lower your wand, child.</span>" As she said those words Hawke would hear the sound of the floorboards creaking as the cat around his feet began to grow into a medium sized woman. Her hair a light ginger color much like the cat. Rosa. Her wand already trained on Hawke as she stared at him with a cold cruel gaze.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=http%3A%2F%2Fblackdahliaroleplaying.com%2Findex.php%3Fattachments%2Funtitled-png.1531%2F&amp;hash=2021d0e21007268297604729a47fe456" title="index.php">
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<br/>​</div>It wasn't until Jora began to threaten Albiorix with removing him from existence did Albi begin to feel the binding around his hands and feet beginning to slowly loosen. Feeling the sensation of blood as it began to quickly flush back into those parts of the body unrestricted. He did nothing to try to show that fact to Joramir though, instead of looking with a hint of fear in his dark hazel eyes that wasn't entirely feigned, but he may have exaggerated it a bit just to not give the man any reason to look at his bindings as they faded away.<br/><br/>And as the man's wand pressed painfully against Albi's skin, pain rising up as his heartbeat quickened rapidly. For once his mind unable to work at all as he tried to think of something to say that might save his hide for at least a few more minutes, but just before he knew Jora was about to cast him into oblivion the door erupted again as a pair of figures brought in another body into the room. Causing Jora to thankfully turn away from Albi to look to the floating body and those moving the body into the room.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"Observe, Albiorix, the power of immortality,"</span>Jora spoke as he watched the events to unfold, but Albi was not interested in observing anything, especially with the man turned away from him now. Albi slowly pulling his hands free of the ropes as they faded back into oblivion. He watched the other two carefully, to be sure none would see him as he reached up towards Jora and the pocket that contained his wand. Sadly witnessing as they placed a strange locket into the comatose woman's mouth. Albi pausing just a second in surprise. He knew all about Horcrux's but he had had no experience with them, and he wasn't sure he wanted to witness the effects of one before his eyes. He certainly didn't want to partake, as much as staying alive appealed to him, he was rather partial to his current body.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">'Accio Wand' </span></i>he though as his wand floated out of Jora's pocket into Albi's hand. Causing Joramir's cloak to begin to rustle, no doubt alerting the man to the fact Albi was removing the wand, but by the time he would turn back to face Albi, nothing more than a large black raven would rest on the slabs, a strange grey patch of feathers on the bird's left wing was the only thing seen as it flapped its wings wildly before launching towards Jora's face, talons outstretched as Albiorix tried to scratch out one of his eyes before he could even think of casting a hex. Only stalling for a second before swooping back through the rest of the room through the open doors and into the light that led beyond his cell door...<br/><br/>Albiorix's raven Animagus flew into a dimly lit lavish manor once escaping the cell door. Swooping a small hallway lined with thick curtains that guarded the windows to the outside. The other side, lined with multiple doors, each seeming made of fine mahogany and too heavy for Albi to push aside quickly. So instead he flew through the small hallway, wings flapping as he avoided a smaller chandelier.<br/><br/>Finally entering a much larger space, he found the courtyard flying into a massive room lined with marble walls with detailed pillars. The place was an image of wealth and mystery. A few large bookshelves lined the outer walls that were already taken by another curtain-covered window. A large stone fireplace sat between two spiral staircases that led up to the higher levels of the manor. Albiorix circled for just a few seconds before he heard what was very likely Jora's footsteps as he stormed down the hall. His small beady eyes looking around as he tried to find a way out but once he saw he had entered a closed off room he swooped higher into the room. Deciding it was far better to lay low and bid his time then fly further into the manor and risk getting captured. Albi settled onto one of the higher rafters the held the large crystalline chandelier above the foyer. Hopping into the darkest corner possible as he gazed down at the room below, watching the chaos that was likely to follow.