Having been given the task of delivering correspondence from Isuelt, Sheryl Resendei, only daughter of the High Priestess of Scathach, stood before the impressive gates to Shadowhold Manor, scroll in hand. Even though it was barely down the street from the Sanctuary, the walk there seemed to take forever; each step feeling like a mile. Always the inquisitive scholar, she had been asking about the neighbors to the Scathachian stronghold since she arrived. Though as her Sister Nimue had been preemptively barred from stepping foot onto the property owned by the DeAuster clan, Sheryl's attention had been turned there. The gates were shortly opened and she was given the opportunity to reveal her purpose there.
Since her arrival in the city, Sheryl had learned that the Lord of the manor was a powerful and decorated warlord, though there were whisperings (and even a few spits on the ground after his name was mentioned!) that he was not human. The volunteers, as it turned out, were incredible gossips. The Lady of the family was discussed in hushed tones, as if she could hear the words being spoken of her. The volunteers spoke of her incredible beauty as well as her impossible command of magic. And one gossip insisted that there was a second wife, a healer. But little more was said of her as the volunteer remained sour about it for some reason.
The Lord and Lady of the compound were rarely seen among the common folk of the city, it was said. But the children were different. There was a boy and a girl, as well as another female who some said was another daughter, and some said was a student or a ward. The younger DeAusters, the gossiping women relayed, were more approachable, though their presence was spotty as well. When Sheryl inquired as to the secluded nature of the family, she was quickly and sharply corrected. "They are warmongers! They are always away, always at war. All of them!" "Demons, I think they're all demons!" "I've heard they're elves and they don't wish to dirty themselves with the likes of us mortals!"
There were as many opinions about the DeAusters as there were citizens in Rhydin, and being the inquisitive individual that Sheryl was, she was thankful for the opportunity given to her by Illea, but fearful of what she might find, nonetheless.
She had announced herself as a messenger of the Scathachians and was curious to see exactly which one of the members of the famous family would receive her.