Sigil: City of Doors

"I'm goin' after Gryph, see ya whenever guys. I'll send letters every now and then as well as drop by if I can get Gryphienne ta come with me. I'll probably come back eventually so dun assume i've left forever alright? Gwynn, can ya take care o' me plants? I dun want them dyin' on me."

Kalina's eyes darted to the note pinned to the door, and the handful of words were quickly read and absorbed. A small smile curved the young woman's lips. Good. She followed her heart. I'll miss her, but she made the right choice.

Turning to depart from the Foul Old Spirit, Kalina's forehead crinkled as another pair of thoughts came unbidden to her mind. I suppose I no longer have an escort for the festival. And I suppose that "honeymoon" she promised is no longer a priority for her.

A fleeting look of disappointment crosses Kalina's attractive features, but soon the ever-present, practiced smile returns to her lips.

((Does Gwyn have a way in to water the plants?))