Alistair sat on the sofa as Faylyn sat down with the hot tea. "So, where have you been these past years? I haven't heard anything from or about you in 3 years." she asked, carefully sipping her tea. Alistair held the cup in his hand, keeping his gloves on, silent for an uncomfortable minute, then launched steadily into his explanation.<br/><br/><br/>Adeline Faustine stood on the deck of<span style="font-style: italic">Le Vengence Royal</span>, shrouded in black clothing and a matching cloak. She looked on as the fleet approached the hidden werewolf fortress.<span style="font-style: italic">Filthy dogs.</span>she thought in disgust. "Fire!!" she heard commanded by the captain, and heard it repeated from the other vessels as the bombardment of the castle began. She looked on as cannonball after cannonball pounded the fortifications.<span style="font-style: italic">It appears as though the scurvy dogs are attempting to break our siege with their measly fleet.</span>she thought, then chuckled to herself at her own joke. "Adeline" her captain shouted, "as soon as we get close enough, take a row boat and some soldiers, then assault the castle. And try to kill as many as you can." Adeline calmly looked at her captain, "I always do."<br/><br/>Explosions tore through castle as Adeline strolled along the stone halls. Blood was splattered on her cloak and it covered her clothes. She licked her lips, savoring the coppery tang of the blood in her mouth. She wiped the rest off on her sleeve as she walked past more slain 'wolves. The castle rocked and Adeline lost her footing, stumbling against the wall, and tripping on a corpse, falling. She flipped herself in a blur, landing on her feet and looked around. "What the hell was that?" she said aloud, though she was alone. She walked a few more steps, then lept out of the way, as the roof came crashing down toward her. She picked herself up and coughed; the dust from the collapse filling her throat. She peeked over the edge of the hole, and saw a man digging frantically through the rubbish. She watched with dull interest, until the man stumbled away. A few men ran past, chased by some of her friendly soldiers. She looked at them with a sideways glance, then jumped down from above. She approached the large pile of debris, and could smell the blood before she noticed it.<span style="font-style: italic">Ahh, there must be someone in there. That is why that man was rummaging through it.</span>She looked at debris, reached in, and pulled the twisted body of once handsome man. "Oh my, you're still breathing. Hmm... well you won't be for long." She thought for a moment.<span style="font-style: italic">You're coming with me, there is something different about you.</span><br/><br/>Alistair leaned back, his tea still untouched. "There you have it. I was with Adeline Faustine for, uhh, a while. Around a year. Then she disappeared, and I stayed with The Family, for the other two. So, any questions?"