Wheeling Gull Isle The darkness, forever

It was Everett who answered his call. Tybault somehow found himself unsurprised. The beginnings of a grimace pulled at his features, but he smoothed his expression into something carefully-blank and nodded his greeting.
Everett, He glanced behind his brother to see if anyone else was coming. No sign of Bartholomew or Heda, so Tybault refocused on Everett. It's a nice place, isn't it? I came here looking for Reverie once. Tybault sighed. Is Bartholomew busy? It was the curly-furred man he wanted to talk to, more than anyone else, but oddly there was no trace of his scent in Everett's.