Dragoncrest Cliffs two hearts are left in bleeding halves

me threee!

Thur moved into the crowd, nearing Dio and stepping away with him in an obvious effort to detach from the others so that they could have their own private conversation. Artaax watched them, his face twisting in obvious displeasure. He wanted to know more about what was happening, but it seemed now was not the time to share. He breathed in a steadying breath, though his heart pounded from frustration. Some of the others that had gathered turned to depart. Artaax watched them go - his gaze lingering on their newest addition for a moment before settling upon Blixen, his expression shifting to show the distress he was feeling - something he rarely did.

The look lasted for only a few seconds as he looked again at Thur, then stood to make his own departure.