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Saint Anne
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Sloth eyed Victor with mild disdain. Always wanting to do something, never just enjoying the moment. "Mother asked for me to collect our siblings. She would like to meet us for dinner." She said simply, following him. "If you want to get it over with, I suggest helping me round them up. She wants to meet at home."
Home-- an obscure term to use, though it was as close to accurate as possible. Perhaps Lair might have done the location more justice. A small shop just outside of the Palace gates. A woman ran the place, selling antiques of all sorts-- books, paintings, even clothing. She was paid a modest salary and offered room and board above the shop in a small loft. Her regulars knew her as 'Mindy'. What they didn't know, however, was that she was in fact a Chimera. A human, crossed with a wolf. Living a comfortable life style, she served Mother as a loyal pet of sorts.
below the shop was a stairwell that lead to one of the many tunnels, connecting to the palace sub-basement level prison. Even deeper, a level below the prison, was where Mother called 'Home.'
Home-- an obscure term to use, though it was as close to accurate as possible. Perhaps Lair might have done the location more justice. A small shop just outside of the Palace gates. A woman ran the place, selling antiques of all sorts-- books, paintings, even clothing. She was paid a modest salary and offered room and board above the shop in a small loft. Her regulars knew her as 'Mindy'. What they didn't know, however, was that she was in fact a Chimera. A human, crossed with a wolf. Living a comfortable life style, she served Mother as a loyal pet of sorts.
below the shop was a stairwell that lead to one of the many tunnels, connecting to the palace sub-basement level prison. Even deeper, a level below the prison, was where Mother called 'Home.'