Closed A little bit of history

[Daemyn Knight]

Daemyn Knight was starting to question everything at this point. He met with the woman that his parents arranged him with. She was lovely, if he could say so himself. Both were members of the Scitorari, albeit different sections. Daemyn had asked for some time alone with Kasura, on a first date. It might have been redundant because they were going to be married one way or another. He had decided to bring Kasura along for a tour of the family's crypt. It was a dimly lit, with thousands of graves, some empty, some filled. Names were carved into the plagues on all of them though some were better decorated than others. That was what happened when one was a higher up member of the family. Daemyn himself was not higher up but he would have loved to be. One day. "I figured that this would be a safer tour than the family's manor," Daemyn chuckled. There was no telling what sort of death traps rested within the family's manor. He could have taken her to see the official family tree though. He was sure that her name would be on there because their engagement was iron-clad.​

 

[Kasura Lurken-Mckay]

Kasura was certainly no stranger to dates, she'd been on them when she was younger, it wasn't like she was completely antisocial in school, she just hadn't found most people to be worth her time. Too many questions about her eyes or her obsession with blood and potions. Not specifically someone's blood status, really she couldn't care less about that, but one types of blood made potions more potent and if she asked a classmate or two if they had Veela blood or goblin blood it wasn't because she wanted to make fun of them, it was because she ... wanted to use them in a potion ingredient. Well, their blood... mostly. "You're probably correct. Old manors creep me out anyway, they're stuffy and stilted and they have no personality... unlike crypts. They have a lot of personality," she said, nodding in approval. Why would she want to go to a stuff manor anyway? Uncle Richard had an old stuffy manor she'd been to a couple of times that she preferred to ignore now. All cobwebs and dead things. Yuck. It was fine for crypts but not for where someone lived. "Tell me about some of the names," she said, pointing to one of the ones on a plaque. "What did they do to get so high?"​