Head bent in thought, Lynk hurried from the corridor of her clan's keep. What a mess. What a mess, and what a shame. She'd seen and done some things in her time, but wow.. what a mess and what a shame. Those poor people... Tortured like that. For seemingly nothing! Rounding the corner to the lounge she took a moment to stuffed her precious chatkcha in her boot and covered it thoughtfully. The new recruits always got nervous when she played with it. Some of them knew what that little weapon was capable of. A small shrug at the thought of that and her thoughts returned to the present. And the mess! She spied her target sitting by the fire and approached him. "Sir,the reports are true. I saw with my own eyes." Lynk suppressed the urge to flinch at the thought of what she had indeed seen with her own eyes. Or the aftermath of it at least. "The entire family sir, nailed to the floor. My sources say they thought he was one of ours. This was meant for us, Sir." The man waited patiently as Lynk paused for a second in consideration. "The fountain, there is less information about but the list. The name was on it, Sir..." Frustration flickered in the man's eyes as he gave a heavy sigh and nodded. "Alright then," he murmured. Lynk produced a piece of parchment and watched as the man put his signature on it a bit slowly. "Sssir..." Lynk said softly, her concern for the matters at hand letting her strange lisp show through. A small tick and a quick blink of her odd eyes and she regained control of herself again. He looked up and the two shared a moment of concerned silence. Lynk nodded to the man and took the signed request. "I'll make sure he gets it, Sir. Is there anything else I can do?" Lynk asked lightly. The man was already shaking his head before she finished her sentance. Lynk turned on her heels walked briskly out of the lounge. Where would he be at this time of the day? Where was he ever? Always here, but always gone... By the gods he was a strange one... But it was important she find him quickly for their next step.
What would happen? Who, or what... was doing this? To Lynk that had an obvious answer, and to many other in the Order of the Radiant Heart as well. Long Death. The only group capable of that particular kind of torture, to be sure. "They'll pay," Lynk vowed softly to the innocent family who died a needless death. "And I'll find the one who thought it was so funny to give a list like that!" Angirly Lynk snatched the chatkcha from her boot to stroke it's length as she stalked down the hallways looking for Psycho. The tanks would need preparation and he would the one to start it.
