The Master Helwyr was awaiting Francesca at the gates of Tal'Andra a tall keep in the mountain pass of Petrans valley. He refused to get sleep that night knowing that one of his newbloods, the very first to take the Trials of Stars no less, is still out there still in danger.
"Is it worth it? To send them on their way like this. To put them in danger. It is not unlike the trials I had undergone." He would mutter to himself, worn fingers reaching down to take up a paper pack of Cigarettes he pulled one out and placed it between his lips. He lit a match off his boot and put it to his smoke taking a drag. "She'll pull through, I know it.
Soon sunlight broke over the horizon other members of the guild have come and gone greeting Briar at the gates, but he still stood there waiting. Soon, upon Francescas arrival he has let out a sigh of relief. He rarely showed emotions where he could help it but he couldn't help but smile, a genuine still unfamiliar emotion stirred in him.
"Welcome home, Helwyr."