Mirryv Ilikur
Sunset was Mirryv's favorite time of the day. Sunsets were the transition between night and day, the peak of twilight. It was the golden hour, between day and night where her eyes could take in the true beauty of the world, not blinded by light or shrouded in darkness. It was sunset when the group arrived in Linton and they'd been riding since dawn. The captain rode a beautiful mare, Nayala rode a large Stormsaber cat, and Grubeck, the goblin whom she'd deigned to learn the name of, rode a large, black spider. Spiders were a symbol of Drow, their deity being the spider queen, and perhaps that was the reason why Mirryv felt uncomfortable around spiders. She'd rode several paces behind him on Severance, her midnight black stallion keeping an eye on the spider the entire trip. Severance was payment for a job 10 years ago, but Mirryv never found out his true age. Regardless, she makes sure that he always gets the best care.
The Captain released them and went to the tavern, the Bronze Claw. She watched the others go about before finally leaving to have Severance stabled. She paid the stable hands extra to make sure he was taken care of well, and headed to the outskirts of town. The sun was almost gone now, and the first stars were shining in the sky. Mirryv felt a chill as the night air settled in, and pulled her cloak closer. Sitting down on a rock, she removed a book from a pouch and began to read. Low light was no problem for her, as at night she could still see very clearly. This book, the 109th volume, was written by her mother, Milikh. It was part of a 192 book series that detailed the entirety of her mothers life. Mirryv, despite how much she despised her mother, needed to know everything about her if she'd wanted to survive. Her mother was crafty, and even though Mirryv had killed her and her young offspring, it was very likely that she had children who were not present that night. Children that might come back for revenge.
This particular chapter was something that Mirryv remembered dearly. It detailed the night that she killed her sister. In her mothers own handwriting, it explained how proud she was of her daughter, but that pride would be short lived. Her mothers words turned from proud to angry in the next chapter, describing Mirryv's betrayal and how she simply left. The anger her mother felt brought a smile to Mirryv's face, but she buried it quickly with a frown. How could a mother be so terrible? How could a daughter feel joy in murdering her? She looked up, and time had gotten away from her. She didn't know how long she'd been out of the town, but she figured that was enough reading for the night. She tucked the book back in the pouch, and walked back to town.
In front of Mirryv was the Bronze Claw. It was a typical inn, if nothing else, and she entered quietly. In front of her, several of the members of her group were enjoying drinks. She nodded, unsure if they noticed her, and checked in with the inkeeper. He explained that her belongings had not been unpacked because they would be leaving soon, to which she nodded and went to her room. It was small, but she didn't mind. She was just glad to be able to sleep in a real bed, the first time in days. Mirryv, not wanting to waste any of it, hopped straight in, and fell asleep.