Dayna sighed, shaking her head as the male left. "He argues like the children," she said to herself. "Always sticking to the same sayings over and over again when you start meeting resistance." Going to take a sip of her teacup, she found it empty. Looking into it, she noted the way the leaves fell. "Do I dare tempt fate?" She asked herself as she looked at them for a moment long.

Setting the cup down, she pushed herself up from her seat. Of course she would tempt fate, regardless to what some tea leaves would say, she had something she had to do. As she stood, she could hear Sir Vincent whinny from outside which drew her eyes to the window. The sun was setting, quickly it seemed at that. A thought came to the woman's mind; if Kuroyami wanted to use threats and promises, she could fight back just as well. A smirk came to her lips as she made her way back to the main hall of the castle, where she had been not too long before.

Walking over to the stairs, she moved halfway up the stone case before stopping, her eyes moving back to the first floor. Dayna tried to imagine what it would have looked like back, hundreds of years ago when it first started. Sure, the place was still awe-inspiring, but no matter how much one cleaned, hundreds of years still took its toll on decorations and appearances.

She made her way up the rest of the stairs and started walking in the direction that she had tossed her bow earlier. She hadn't gotten the weapon back, though it wasn't her usual bow, the fact that it held some history made her wish it returned. Thinking back on it, she had only slid one dagger into her quiver, meaning the other was gone too. Her brows furrowed, that one was one of her usual weapons and if she could only pick for one returned, it would be that dagger. As far as she knew, those two blades held no tie back to her family, she didn't know their past, but they were still trusty weapons.

As she walked down the hallways, she noted how cold they got as the sun was no longer directly on them. The torches on the walls provided some heat, but the place would have been considered too cold with modern heating and air conditioning.

Her hands traced along cold stone wall and hard wood doors, occasionally brushing along cold metal hinges and knobs and rings used to open the doors. She wasn't sure how far she had gone, but turning around, the banister that overhung the main entrance way was no longer visible. She had taken turns here and there and if she were a normal person, she would have felt very lost at that point and probably stopped. Dayna had good wits about her, she was more comfortable exploring (usually outside) than she was staying in some place that was overly familiar.

She did stop though, not because she was lost, but because the door she was next to was partly cracked. While allowing those that were fully closed to retain their secrets for now, this one was open and seeming to invite the woman in. Pushing the door open, its hinges groaned slightly, be once they gave way, a library or study was revealed. There was a large, heavy wooden desk to one side, chairs in front of a fireplace that was only lit with glowing embers. All around the walls were books and old tapestries. Slowly moving in, she noted that the room was empty. Approaching the chairs, she ran her fingers over the old leather and though it was showing signs of age, it was surprisingly well kept and free from dust.

She stopped in between the two chairs and looked towards the fireplace. Hanging above the mantel was a large portrait of a woman, around her next was a beautiful necklace, the stone in the middle being the star of the jewelry. The piece was beautiful, not only the necklace, but the woman and the skill that went into it.