His steps were measured, the sound they produced was minimal. His armour covered most of his body, yet this time he wore no cape or covered his face with a helmet. He was there with the identity of who he really was. There was nothing to hide anymore - nobody on this planet knew who he was. At least he supposed so.
His path was straight, lacking any curves or random leans to one side or to the other. He was not a person who would do anything without having enough confidence. Everything which was going to take place was supposed to happen. No moves were made without them leading to anything grander. And he was pretty sure what were the motives of the person he was going to meet.
His visit was a surprise. He hadn't told anybody about taking a little trip to Zahat'n'ira. Even she didn't know about it, nor had he said a word to Lilin.
The man's feet brought him to the small cottage. The home of the Imperieuse family. To his eyes, they were trash. Before the Lancaster older generation was destined to abandon their children, the offsprings were supposed to marry people of noble blood. Nowadays, the whole bloodline was soiled.
But he wasn't there for that.
"Knock knock," the man whispered, his voice no more than a hiss. He was sure the man -- Vitor -- would be able to hear that well.
[ [member="Vitor Imperieuse"] ]
His path was straight, lacking any curves or random leans to one side or to the other. He was not a person who would do anything without having enough confidence. Everything which was going to take place was supposed to happen. No moves were made without them leading to anything grander. And he was pretty sure what were the motives of the person he was going to meet.
His visit was a surprise. He hadn't told anybody about taking a little trip to Zahat'n'ira. Even she didn't know about it, nor had he said a word to Lilin.
The man's feet brought him to the small cottage. The home of the Imperieuse family. To his eyes, they were trash. Before the Lancaster older generation was destined to abandon their children, the offsprings were supposed to marry people of noble blood. Nowadays, the whole bloodline was soiled.
But he wasn't there for that.
"Knock knock," the man whispered, his voice no more than a hiss. He was sure the man -- Vitor -- would be able to hear that well.
[ [member="Vitor Imperieuse"] ]