As the dusty, travel-worn pair arrived at Eldvin Monastery, the monks scurried out to see to their needs. The good monks carried the pairs travel packs, and issued orders for baths to be drawn. As Avarycce and Beil climbed the staircase beverages were brought for them. Across the courtyard of the Monastery, high above on the ramparts, calculating piercing eyes took in the pair. If Captain Tervelan noted a family resemblance, no recognition was displayed upon his impassive face. He issued orders to a nearby Seraph, the soldier saluted crisply and headed towards Avarycce and Beil.
Avarycce sighed deeply, she had replayed this confrontation quite possibly a hundred different ways, but there were no certain outcomes. As the soldier reached them, a flurry of activity began as centaurs galloped into the courtyard. Eager to jump into the fray, Beil rushed headlong into the cluster of centaurs. Avarycce's lips quirked into a smile, having seen the Norn fight before, she knew he could be a force to be reckoned with, but she was certain he would need the healing waters that Dwayna guided her to summon. Darting after him, she began casting slippery ice upon the ground so that the centaurs hooves would find no purchase. A small rivulet of blood creased along Beil's (*snickers* receeding) hairline. Placing a replenishing geyser at his feet, she watched in amazement in a matter of seconds, the wound closed right before her eyes, leaving simply just traces of dried blood in its wake.
A centaur trotted about Avarycce waving its spear menacingly. A quiet incantation quickly had a large icy boulder materializing above its head, and gravity took care of the rest. Beil pivoted nimbly upon his foot, to come finished the dazed beast off. With their numbers rapidly falling and the surprise raid failing, the centaur leader barked an order to the remaining creatures to retreat. Emerging from the gates Avarycce and Beil watched as the beasts galloped off. Captain Tervelan came out to thank the young pair, hesitating just a moment before grasping the tall Norns hand to shake it, before taking the human female's hand and shaking it in thanks.
"Welcome to Eldvin Monastery. To what do we owe your timely arrival." His tone seemed almost a bit jovial. He placed his hands on his hip and watched the pair, curious as to why the two had seemingly traveled to this specific Monastery.
Avarycce spoke, "A few days ago, I had been delivered a missive telling me that my sister was missing, and presumably dead." She watched his face and his body language as she spoke, trying to tell if there were any signs or clues that might help her find her sister. "My sister, was a Seraph, she had been assigned to Eldvin Monastery. Her patrol had apparently been sent out on a normal route and they had all went missing. I am here to find my sister, or at least to find out what happened. Captain Logan Thackery and I are led to believe that she might yet still be alive, and I would like to find her and I would like to discover what happened that day."
The only thing that betrayed him was the tiny furrow in his brow before it relaxed and smoothed back into place. That was hardly anything to go by, he remained as impassive as ever.