Kyrienna cursed as she stepped out of the Ministry Hall, shielding her eyes from the light of the sun. It had taken forever for her to explain to the damned OverSeer that she had already sworn to the blasted King once, and that her Clan mates had died in a battle. Of course, having to explain what happened, without really explaining what happened was very annoying. And, once she had gotten through to the OverSeer that she had wanted to disown her old Clan and take on a new Clan name, she had to reswear the oaths that gave her the legality to lead a Clan. Clan Silverlight was officially no more. Clan Darksbane would be the Clan that would see her goals met. Kyrienna, or Kyrie, had already posted a notice for a new Clan at the local Guild Pub. As she maneuvered her way through the massive stream of people, she tried to rush without appearing to do so. She ignored the people who pointed her out to a friend, or the child staring up at her in awe. Kyrie was a legendary Clan Leader, and the death of her Clan had come as a massive shock to the public. Of course, no one was sure what exactly had happened, since Kyrie had been the only survivor of the incident. She didn't give much detail, aside from the fact that Clan Silverlight had come to a terrible end. Some, of course, believed that Kyrie had simply gotten rid of her Clan mates, killing them when they were asleep, or when their guard was down. Kyrie didn't disabuse the people of that notion. Better they think her dangerous than incompetent. She sighed, passing the High Tower of Light Magick. It was always an impressive sight, looking up at the Tower. With its gleaming golden walls, it looked like a solid cylinder of gold. No windows marred the gleaming beauty, even though it was intricately designed. But at night, the smooth surface would be dotted with countless lights, rooms lit with candles and gloworbs. Eventually, she made her way into the Guild bar. Moving through the crowd and ignoring the sounds of hushed whispers, she sat down at the bar, ordering a mug of dwarf spirits. Turning, she leaned against the bar, looking nowhere yet watching everything. Eventually, someone would approach her about her Clan posting on the bulletin board.