Sybyll swept through the corridors of Hanrahan Keep like a dark crimson wind. For all that it had been her father's home all his life, and her mother's home for many years, she saw no signs of Baron Brighton Hanrahan or her mother, the Baroness Caitlin.
Instead, as she moved through the hallways and past the tapestries and paintings that depicted the glories of old, she found only images of Ian Hanrahan or his father Aiden the usurper. Each time she passed a monument to the glory of either man, her axe lashed out, casually destroying hundreds of gold sovereigns worth of questionable art as she advanced on the guest rooms.
When she arrived, however, it was immediately obvious that Ian Hanrahan had fled long ago, perhaps before the first Tuscan launched one of their iron sling bullets at the walls of Hanrahan town.
