MQ: To The Heart

[Artifex Felicis]

Very little had changed while Leon was in the Turlin tower, though many more elves were beginning to move in two directions. One, where many of the males and stronger looking fighters were going, was towards Eluriand's wall. The other group, consisting of some supplies, as well as younger kids and women, headed the other way and towards some exit out of the city. The sight wasn't something the cat boy stuck around to sit and watch however.

He made good time across the city, making it back to his room that he has risen from not long ago. The elven girl was gone now, and the bed hurriedly made up to keep some vestige of cleanliness. The cat boy scurried around the room for a moment, grinning widely at finding one of the elf girl's forgotten pieces of clothing. What Leon was looking for was safely stored in the closet however. There were simple things, and their purposes were all fairly easy to understand.

He took the bell out first, looping it around his neck so it let out a merry jingle. It was a shiny little thing, and brightened the dark closet so he could see what he was doing as he picked up the other three. The shield and sword went onto his back and hip respectively. The spear he carried, holding the package from the Headmistress under his arm. The nekomata pushed the door closed and left the room as he found it. The whole process probably took him about four or five minutes.

Finding the south east gate did not take much time, and he waited there. It was heavily guarded, much like the other gates, but not as much. Currently there was only one major scouting party that would nearby the walls, with the bulk of the undead Army concentrated at the other walls. It was a very sound tactical maneuver, as it put the Turlin tower the furthest from the undead forces. The cat boy stood, feeling a little foolish. There was still an opening in the raised gate, barely high enough for the nekomata to pass under without ducking. He hoped whoever was going to help him would get there soon. The elves might close the gate soon just on principle.