The Darkest Secrets

[Rehtul Orlouge]

"The Icebreakers?" Rehtul had to stretch his memory to find where he had heard that name before.

Ashla Icebreaker, rang through his head like a cacophony of bells. Disgraced royalty and rampant serial murderer. That was the story he had heard from the broken remnants of the Ixian Knights about her. He was told to keep an eye out for her, as she used a type of magic similar to his own to commit her crimes.

Though, Rehtul thought ruefully, he was incapable, or rather unwilling to use his magic to freeze others alive, as seemed to be her modus operandi. He looked down on the girl in front of him, then to the ice on her arm, and sighed.

"No. I'm not an Icebreaker, though I am from a similarly magically gifted family, the Orlouges. My name is Rehtul, by the way," he said. He offered a hand to help her up once more.

"My you're a stubborn one, but let's not worry about that for now. First thing's first, we need to get you fed. Then we need to find you some clothing that's more... suitable to your new frame. After that, we can discuss the particulars of your living arrangements and what you plan to do with your newfound adulthood. Sound fair?" He kept his eyes on hers, though he knew she had to realize that her clothing was a bit too flimsy to survive out in the world for long, much less keep her looking respectable in the cities or protect her on the trails.