He couldn’t believe it.. They came home, they were home and from the sounds of it the same as he remembered- or they best be. Enver was never great with the unexpected, enjoyed the control of his own steady hand. Yet, they had slipped out of it.

Normally, he would have sent the Dark Urge off to dispose of Orin, but something was aching in him just to see if they were still his. One letter to their camp later and as expected, they arrived in his chambers.

“Welcome~!” He cooed cheerily, “Please, make yourself at home.. this is your home, after all.”