Of all the company to keep, Illene supposed this particular set of Coursers could have rounded up worse. The ranger was competent and virtually silent. The latter trait Illene almost preferred in a companion. He reminded her of Marshal. The hound at her hocks looked up at her, as if he could hear the direction of her thoughts. A younger Marshal, perhaps, not quite so grizzled by age, although the Courser’s hide seemed to hint just on the edge of grey. Not quit...

"You were tossing and turning in your sleep, Illene. Don't tell me the dungeon has gotten to you yet?" Terrence's question was somewhere between boast and tease. Unspoken that he couldn't possibly have a poor night's rest down here in the dungeon.   Tossing her head, the metal ...

Marshal barked just a moment too late. Something squished underneath Illene's hoof, causing her mouth to twist in a grimace, raising the limb delicately to peer at what lay underneath. A creature clung to her. Somewhere between octopus and slime, ectoplasmic and frankly rather disgusting. Shaking her hoof to clear it, Illene whinnied her disapproval when it continued to writhe, stuck in place. "Marshal!" She snapped, turning towards the old deerhound ...

"Is that wise, Illene?" Crispin rumbled, his hooves clacking loud in the empty chamber. Illene withheld the desire to roll her eyes. It would not be becoming of her, to ask as such with the leader of the guild, and her family would disapprove if word got back to them that she was being anything close to mouthy with someone so important. So, she merely tossed her head gently, the silver beads on her braid tingling softly against one another. "I w...

Trotting forward on light feet, Illene perused the dungeon as if it belonged to her to investigate. It did, after all, in a way. Though she was not born here, it did not mean that she did not belong here. Her family had trod these halls since before she was born. Had delved their depths. Illene was not the first, and she would certainly not be the last, but she would be the most important.   Her name would soon overwrite her mother's, as her mother's had done her fathe...