[UDRAD]
"He'll hate me, but I need to find that damned woman, emergency or not," Alanor insisted and kept searching, sniffing, and calling out for the woman's magic. He hated that woman so much that he wanted to see her gone. He wasn't even going to waste any time.
The young Wynter didn't care that this was a possible trap by Unar, given the young Prince hadn't shown up since. All he wanted was his revenge and he was going to get it starting from Nymeriah herself.
"Nymeriah… where are you, sweet little aunt? I'm looking for you… It's me, your favorite nephew. I just wanna talk and make things right with you. Point me in your direction, then I can show up, as fast as possible.
"Nymeriah…." Alanor called out in a singsong voice that creeped out anyone who was listening.
