Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180319001004

“The similarities are thanks to the Conjunction, Praetor. But we will discuss that later. Renwick made it seem as he has information we would find interesting. And I’ve never known him to hint on anything without backing it up. If there’s anything to know concerning our quest, Renwick will know.” Armata marches through the expansive citadel of the council. His childhood memories of running around this grand structure serve him well as he efficiently leads the group to Renwick’s laboratory.

Stopping at a large steel plated door, Armata knocks three times with a Vampire’s skull that sat idle upon an end table next to the door. Swiftly a small eye hatch slides open, and the group is treated to the sight of Renwick’s eyes peering out at them.

“Lord De’Sange? I see your trails went well. How may I help you?” Renwick says through the tiny hole.

“You said to see you after the trial if all went well. I assume you you have some information for us?” Armata tucks his arms beneath his cloak and stares strongly at Renwick.

“I do. Though I won’t let you in until that Draconoid promises not to obliterate me...” He eyeballs Tirush with an almost laughable stare of suspicion.

“She won’t destroy you. Right?” Armata looks over his shoulder at Tirush.