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Guest Sar'vek t'Jhiin

"Home Bitter Home"

Sar'vek had never cared for the s'Crahn estate, even though she technically now was its mistress (for however long that would continue to last). The austerity of the old mansion never bothered her, nor its age, but the whole of the dark house overflowed with memories and the ghost of her late husband echoed in the halls.

 

She had not wanted to be there. She was more than happy to stay on the ship and supervise the plans for her new lab. She was happy to be done with that joke of an inquiry and happy to be left alone. She was... well, not happy, but at least she had been momentarily pacified by sitting in her quarters or hrrau Oira, stewing.

 

But na. She could na even be allowed to have her tranquility; the Elements had to intervene and complicate her life. Na only was she receiving disturbing messages from unknown players in the game that was Talon (who were more than likely pro-N'Dak or pro-t'Rexan plants intending to entrap her as a traitor), but h'nah she had her old domestic issues back in her life as well. The Family s'Crahn.

 

Her dearly departed's family had been a thorn in her side since well before his death, but it hadn't been until Mortrih was gone that they had caused real problems for her.Financial problems. Major financial problems that had come to a point where they now involved the judicial system.

 

Sar'vek sighed. The problem was that she couldn't find the proper solutions on her own to keep the manipulative snakes that were, technically, her stepchildren, at bay. Laws of inheritance aside, the fact that the two hated her beyond all measure hardly helped things.

 

The main problem revolved around the fact that there were two versions of her dear, late husband's will. Two versions, one which named his son and daughter, and one Sar'vek, as the heir of his estate. And it should have been hers. It really should have. The younger s'Crahns may have been the man's blood, but they'd never had to tolerate the infernal male in the ways Sar'vek had. She wished that she could have been shocked at the possibility that her husband had named her stepchildren as inheritors in her place, but she could barely bring herself to feign the surprise, much less truly to believe it. Even if her husband's darling childen had forged the document, it was a believable ploy.

 

And that, that was what brought her here, instead of to the convenient and luxurious townhouse in the capital which she much preferred.

 

Sar'vek sighed, taking a seat in the main library with the competitors to her husband's estate and their -- expensive -- legal counsel. Settling into the chair with more confidence than she felt, Sar'vek suppressed a groan. This was going to be a long afternoon.

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