She had been dreading this night, but knew she could not put it off.
Anatole deserved to know, if he didn’t already. She didn’t know what the burned Dwarf was aware of. Though she was sure Rhodes absence wasn’t unnoticed.
With her, she brought some of the tea Anatole liked, as well as some pastries. If no one ate them tonight, maybe he would later. Or not, she wasn’t worried.
The Nix wore all black despite it being Spring, she was still in a state of loss and sadness and colors were not her thing right now. Approaching the Haunted House, she pauses at the door, hand reaching out to open it, but instead, she knocks. Rhodes wasn’t here, he wasn’t Dread Lord and it felt wrong to just enter.
Anatole Yumyumcrow