Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170331010116/@comment-28358106-20170410143305

On the side of the distant mountains, in the dark halls of the East Wing Covenant, little has changed. There is a palpable feeling of relief among the Vampires that their ruler has returned. Armata has had to spend a great deal of his time deferring his servants just to get settled in. When the last one is finally sent away, and Imperia stands at his side, ready to do his bidding, there is a slight breeze in the great hall. The torches and braziers gutter momentarily. A pool of shadow forms and Astrid rises from it, the black mist falling from her shoulders.

She stands a respectful distance from Armata, and waits until he notices her before speaking.

"Forgive my question, Sire, but before you departed from Lunalight, you spoke of again fighting your old foe. Is this...an inevitability?  It seems as if it would be contrary to your current goals."