Who: Quahl and Mikney
What: Finally, a confrontation
When: Thursday night
Where: Mikney's Room, City Center
"Lady Quahl?" Someone lightly tapped on her door.
"Come in."
Dier's head peaked through. "It's Mikney, he's awake."
After a moment of silence, Quahl gently set her journal aside, and gestured for Dier to leave. Too many things have happened and she had waited too long before speaking with Mikney directly. Now that he was awake and recovering, her timing would not be the most opportune, but Quahl had no concerns about whether Mikney could handle it.
He'd been doing an exceptionally good job at explaining things to the travelers. Now, she wanted some answers.
Quahl sped through the halls and stopped abruptly as she reached Mikney's room. The distance had allowed Quahl to fill her mind with how Mikney has chosen to act in the past few weeks, and she was angry, relieved, confused. He was slipping away from her, the Family, and their task. Quahl needed to deal with this, and she needed to do it now.
"Let me in," she nearly barked at the elf standing post at Mikney's door.