Vanished
Warning: Contains talk of physical abuse
“This was all we found of her,” Pepper said as he gently placed Baya’s daggers in Tora’s open hands. “You made em, so… figured you should have em.”
It was the first Pepper had spoken to Tora since they’d met, but Tora was too distracted to understand the significance of that. He stared, wide-eyed at the set of silver daggers clasped under his shaking fingers. The cold metal jangled in his palms as he counted them out: six total. There used to be seven. He’d know, he’d crafted each one, sculpted every intricate rose found on their hilts. They weren’t supposed to be his though, they were a gift. Yet here they were: dirtied, bloodied, and cradled awkwardly in his unfit hands. He felt tears threatening to burst.
Pepper, seeing the look on Tora’s face, gave him a nervous nod before hastily retreating back to the doorway he’d entered. He’d come in with two others: Claws and Onora, who stood as two solemn lumbering giants near the doorway to Claws’ workshop. They’d lost their headquarters, Baya’s home, to The Mute when she turned on the guild. Out of seemingly nowhere she’d emerged with a horde of undead rats and went right after Baya. The guild tried to fight her back, but… things went wrong? Tora could barely remember, he’d been fighting starvation and struggling to stay awake
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