"Alright Igna, I'm heading out, see you later," said Serene. The conversation-filled living area drowned into nothingness. Raphael could be seen through the ajar door into the washroom, foam masked his jaw, Igna sat shy of an open window gazing onto the outskirts of Rotherham.
"Master, I heard the name Draebala mentioned earlier," hailed across an open space.
"You know about it?"
