Athene stood looking at the people around the Bank in Britain. So much life here. Far more than she was used to in Ilshenar. There she was just a cog in the machine of Lord Blackthorne's army. Even though her mother had looked after her she was still just a servant there. Someone to be sent out on erands or to retireve this and that from someone or other. Being with the Darkcloaks was different. She had freedom here. Yes, she served the Master and his will, but it was nowhere near as demanding as it was back home.
Home. Athene had heard the stories coming out of Ilshenar in the last few weeks. Lord Blackthorne was missing. His forces were in disarray. Mother had sent her a message though. She had told Athene to stay with the 'Cloaks and keep and eye on her brother (half-brother? she wasn't sure how it worked with Choma). Athene would have done that anyway. Her Mother was off to a little laboratory she had set up to continue her research. There was nothing for Athene there now. She'd changed in the time she'd been away. And, more than that, this was different. Exciting. Fun...