Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20181001230640/@comment-25808351-20181010035238

Xeris takes a stance akin to that of a battlemage as Armata is pressed to leave. Her hooded robes flutter and shift and charges offensive and defensive spells. But Armata again (like with Imperia) raises a hand to stand down. Xeris silently returns to a normal poise, and her magic energy fades away. Armata looks to Antoinette with stone like expression, his reserve is at it’s peak. Though his gaze is not hostile it is unyielding.

“I will leave in due course, but there subject matter that needs to be discussed as well as a few here that will return with me. Until then I am here, Guardian.”