It's a bird! It's a plane! It's...

A mess! Shards of glass everywhere!

I had reformed my wings, taking flight up too the hidden room, only for a jagged shard the length of my forearm to jut out of the wreckage just enough to cut my side while landing. The cut wasn't deep, but the stinging pain was a constant as I looked around the room. An observatory of sorts; looking down on guests in the ballroom. This, in my mind, confirmed parts of the Domain were some sort of remaking of an actual location; a rich manor, or similar large gathering hub for the wealthy. This observing area was of the same architectural design, indicating that it existed in the original location as well...

"How are you making these leaps of logic?"

I've just assumed it's something to do with being a Ranger; taking in the surroundings, and coming too a conclusion rapidly...

"A Ranger? You mean you have a class, and a core?! And the Dark Gods let you turn traitor!?"

Oh they gave me two, and a lot more than just that. Now, to be fair, Ariel is the one who whisked me away. You know; the "Incompetent Minor God." You were mocking.

The "doorway" out is easy to spot. A clearly sectioned off piece of wall, now opened. Passing through, I see it's meant to be close, with a bookshelf meant to cover it. The bookshelf seems to have been knocked over in a hurry. She's panicking.

"The dearest, darkest servant of Carnachias... running away? You're clearly delusional."

And you're clearly a bitch.

A grand staircase leads up, and down, from the hidden observation area. Looking closely, I see slight scratches on the stairs leading up; claw marks, most likely from the clawed feet of my target. the stairs leading further down having an undisturbed layer of dust. I head up the stairs quickly, following the scratches all the way too the top floor. A long hallway, leading past several doorways; another bookshelf at the very end. I walk slowly, silently, through the hall. I peer at each doorknob, and each gives the same answer. Dust, untouched, unused. I continue through the hall until I spot something of intrest. A portrait, of an elvish man in a brown suit with his prudish wife; his daughters sitting on his lap. His daughters share one body; their eyes, even as paintings, changing each time I blink.

Zana, and Anaz; sitting on the lap of their father, Stewart.

What!? How!?

"Dear Gods... do you know that man?!"

No, but I know his daughters. That girl. Zana, and her Other...

"What!? And I used my Core Command so that you'd... I'm glad I'm dead, now! At least he won't come for me..."

Who is he?

"..."

Oh good, the silent treatment.

"...I dare not say his name. Let that be enough of an answer."

Frustrated and confused, I march along past the painting. Once I reach the bookshelf at the end of the hall, I toss it aside to both relieve my anger, and too reveal to pathway behind it. Another observation room, directly over the bathhouse; smashed through to allow for escape.

"Damn it!" I shout. "She got away!"

I use my shortsword to chip away the jagged sides of the glass, allowing for a safe fall down into the now empty pool. I feel for my target's location; leading too the portal. I rush through the tear in reality, and soon after, it closes behind me. No one else within, it seems. I feel for my target once more, only to be pull up towards the higher areas of Bounty. I sprint out of the temple, only to slam into something rather jiggly.

"Hello scaly man!" Shouts Sammy.

"You stupid, selfish, irresponsible, indignant, oafish dolt!"

I'm punched with enough **** to nearly knock me over by my dearest handler, who's temper seems to then settle. Behind her are the others as well as the familiar face of the Silver Councilman, Robert, and a few of his men; the Silver Couriers.

"Monster, was it?" Asks Robert. "I'm going to have to ask you a few questions..."