Neverwinter Forest The dormant daughter of the silver moon

Mal wasn't used to hearing someone call for him that urgently. Usually trouble had its way of finding Mal all on its own. But Liliana's call was rather concerning, so of course, he hurried his way on over lickety-split. Miriam's den? Uhhh. Sudden memories of Cupid, but maybe that was just because Caerus was here by the smell of it.

What's going on? he asked, even as he ducked into the entry. But as his eyes adjusted he knew it was wrong, even without full context. Vomit, Caerus stomping on Miriam --- all of it was kinda wrong. He took a couple of steps back to call for @Aibreann, but he wasn't so sure how close she was. But this was definitely a case where she would be welcome to show up 'cause Mal himself was out of his league. Okay, he wouldn't be surprised if Cupid had taught Caerus a thing or two too, but look, Liliana had already lost her brother to whatever void was out there, she didn't need to lose her mother as well. What happened-- Someone would answer, wouldn't they? Because he didn't have a clue what, why or why the why happened in the first place. Mal was no psychologist.