[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Heart Kingdom]
[Pulchritudo]
[Banquet]
Gretel took a slow breath as she stood near the remains of the estate's vast entrance, watching the last of the nobles hurriedly make their way through the enormous gates. The gates themselves were still somewhat intact, though calling them intact was generous. Sections of the stonework had been broken, decorative portions had been broken away entirely, and the heavy doors had been left damaged from the violence that had swept through the estate.
Still, they stood.
Gretel watched as the final nobles were guided out, some stumbling beneath their own weight while others were supported by soldiers on either side. A few looked too shaken to even speak. Others kept glancing back toward the estate as though they could not quite convince themselves that they had actually survived what had happened inside.
There weren't many vitalities; that was the word that kept returning to Gretel's mind.
Not many.
