Norton's tiredness of evident on his face. He had not slept much. Though he had put on a brave, even suicidal face, their mortal encounter with one of Tenebrax's minions did not weigh lightly upon him. It was that or his feelings of guilt. The paladin had went looking for Al'Rhayel, but she would not have him. He avoided his aunt and though he was most inclined to turn to Alyssa for some measure of comfort- he felt that it would be inappropriate. He still thought back to that time, when he lusted for her even as they were being violated...<br/><br/>Thus, he set foot on Ledon island with a heavy heart, leaving behind their small rowboat. "Well... here we are." He said to his aunt and the sailors that had joined them, "This land belongs to the Masked Mage, and he may find us trespassing. Be careful... I couldn't tell you what is true about this mage and what is myth. We would best not do anything to awaken his ire."<br/><br/>He fastened his belt and craned his neck, stretching a little in his heavy armor and robes after the uncomfortable time spent sitting tight in the rowboat. "Thalya.." He said, turning to Thalya almost reluctantly, "Is there anything we should know about this place before we continue?"