Duncan's vision cleared as his wounds began to heal. He looked at the morning sunlight as it heralded a new day and said a silent prayer of thanks to the Gods. He smiled at Aurora as she fussed over him, her eyes showing obvious concern.<br/><br/>"I'm well now, Aurora. Thank you for your aid in trying to deal death to that Shade" he looked over at the road and shook his head at the amount of blood, much of it was his own he knew.<br/><br/>"Shades are unlike any other nightwalker. They are an elevated race hardened by years of practice of the Dark Arts. That one, as pretty as she was, seems to be almost at the peek of her skill. We must be better prepaired for the next time."<br/><br/>Duncan heard the sounds of a sleepy town awakening. He nodded at Aurora as he wrapped himself with his cloak to cover the signs of blood.<br/><br/>"The library should have some text on how to combat Shades. It would do you good to find such scrolls Lady."<br/><br/>With that and a smile of thanks, Duncan walked through the half open Gates towards the mansion. Guards were already running towards him awakened by the sound of steel on steel.<br/><br/>A young guard with a crooked nose stopped as he passed by, his eyes wide and darting about, half expecting to see the Dark Lord himself.<br/><br/>"What foul stench do I smell this fine day, Duncan?" he asked looking around to find the source of the acidic stench of forsaken blood.<br/><br/>"'Tis the smell of victory Lad. A small one at that." smiled Duncan as he kept walking towards the house. "Bury the fallen and prepare for the night.<em>SHE</em>will be back tonight and pray you will be able to smell at all tomorrow!"<br/><br/>With that Duncan walked into the house. And only then did he let out a long sigh as the pain of his wounds began to swell in his head. He would need a few hours rest and good strong ale to shake that feeling from his mind. He smiled at the thought of Lady Gweneth. Perhaps she might have a better cure for a wounded body and bruised ego he thought. And only then did he think that perhaps there might be more than one Shade that night.<br/><br/>Duncan ran throught the halls and up the flight of steps that led to the Lady's private chamber. The bowman was nowhere to be seen and Duncan's heart began to race as he pushed the heavy doors to her chambers open and rushed in, sword drawn.<br/><br/>His eyes widend at the sight that greeted him!<br/><br/><br/>