The air was crisp that morning, and Rosalyn pulled her cape closer around her thin frame as she walked to the center of town. Many adventurers passed quickly, a few hailed her in rapid greeting. As the portals grew into focus, she noticed a striking dark-haired man sitting on the steps to the castle. As she drew closer, he glanced up at her, looking directly into her soul with the eyes of the kindred. Rosalyn shuddered slightly but was suddenly enchanted as his severe face broke into a boyish smile. She considered only slightly before she sat down beside him.
"Are you new to this realm?" She asked him, her gaze taking in the velvet cloak, the silver boots and two sharp daggers at his right side.
"I am, but you are not. I know of you. My lady Rosalyn, of the house of Tirek, heir to the fo
