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Carabell unlocked the armory and stepped inside, a smile spreading across her face. She never got tired of par-oozing and browsing the many weapons and amours that decorated the dark, dim room. She took her time walking, as she gazed over the battle axe display to her right. 3 tables and 7 wall hangers filled magnificent bludgeons, sharpened to perfection by the Dragonmiir boy Carabell's sister seemed to be friendly with. Carabell didn't know much about Dragonmiir other than his name, and the fact that he's a blacksmith's son. Or that he knows Samara. Carabell ran her fingers over the glass casing that housed the finer swords collected by the Blacksmith family. One in particular caught her eye.

A cutlass stolen from a pirate captain who had targeted the Blacksmith mansion for reasons unknown, back before her father had even been born. It still shown brilliantly and new, as if just crafted. Along the edgings of the scabbard, shined a beautiful mother of pearl. Of course all of the crew had been executed, for attempting to steal from the royal family. Carabell's great grandfather was the head of the family at the time. She remembered him being gentle, and kind the one time she saw him. Lying on his death bed, and marking her grandfather as the new head of the family. She was only 4, so the memory was fuzzy to her, but she couldn't imagine him being cruel enough to kill an entire group of people for something as petty as thievery. Then again, thievery didn't mean as much to her as it did most people.

Finally She made it to the end of the armory hall, where the stands that held each member of the household's handpicked armor and weaponry lied. Her father's in the middle. A few spaces to the right, lied the empty stand where Carabell's should be. Lying behind it, was one of her usual black dresses, that she had placed there. Having of course locked the armory back behind her, Carabell began undressing, and redressing into her new set of clothes. She then carefully placed her armor back on the stand, and placed the crossbow on the arm posts next to it. With a huff, she turned around, and went to leave the armory.

Not looking behind her before locking the door, Carabell turned around only to be met with the dissatisfied eyes of her twin sister, and the stern look of their bodyguard, Eva. 'Maker be damned.' Carabell first thought, as soon as she saw them. A bead of sweat trickled down her face as she waited silence for what felt like hours. Finally, Carabell decided to break the ice, for some reason taking a nervous breathe before speaking. "Its good to see that you are back dear sister. How was today's visit to the temple? Did you receive any injuries this time?" She asked, hoping to keep a light topic. Bael watched from the shadows in the corner of the hall, apparently intrigued by the atmosphere between the sisters.