Over the next couple of weeks, I went about my duties as normal. I refused to venture back into Adhmad Dé, though–too terrified of what I might find.
Amelina and Pelleas had kept their word thus far. No one came for me or gave me odd looks as I passed them in the streets. It was almost a normal day aside from the hollow feeling within my breast.
As the day neared its end, I had one more item on my to-do list before I could return to the temple for evening prayer.
I checked the address on the piece of paper in my pocket once more and knocked on the large entryway before me. The house was more of a manor–built of reclaimed stone and carpeted in vegetation, like most other homes in Upper Claíomh, the District of Steel.
"Who is it," a voice called from within as they approached.
Pelleas
