"I.......I'm going to the Archery range." Mordred walks off.
Ismea walks into her room and closing the door starts to cry, she missed her father and when the council questioned her loyalty it reminded her of a painful memory of a fight she had with her father. Sinking to the ground she cried as she leaned against the door, her head rested on her knees and her red hair cloaked her shoulders. She stayed that way for a long time, crying and reliving her memories.












