Vorhi Alestrani
Blind Brawler
[member="Feena Mason"]
APPROXIMATELY 1 1/2 WEEKS AFTER THE BATTLE OF DRUCKENWELL
Vorhi arrived on the doorsteps of the rather large manor--or was it a palace--as he sighed and knocked on the door. The gate was locked, but easy to hop. He had no doubt that at leas some security systems were stalking him at this point. He sighed, calmly. He looked like a ragged vagabond, without even a decent hat to his name--sneaking into OP territory wasn't easy, and being caught right now would cause him no end of trouble. He had no desire of being chains in front of Ayden Cater--the fething jerk had already started this mess, it was his beast to wrangle, now. Galaar was dead, by Calico's own hand. It was, by all accounts, a disaster. A massive, hellish disaster. Still, it wasn't his business to fight this mess. Not anymore.
Vorhi waited outside the door of the large place, waiting to see his good friend, his former ally. This would be a long discussion. Still, after this, he'd handle his largest job ever. Maybe. But first, he'd talk to his friend. They owed each other a bit of tea and discussion. Or, at least a decent explanation of all that's happened.
APPROXIMATELY 1 1/2 WEEKS AFTER THE BATTLE OF DRUCKENWELL
Vorhi arrived on the doorsteps of the rather large manor--or was it a palace--as he sighed and knocked on the door. The gate was locked, but easy to hop. He had no doubt that at leas some security systems were stalking him at this point. He sighed, calmly. He looked like a ragged vagabond, without even a decent hat to his name--sneaking into OP territory wasn't easy, and being caught right now would cause him no end of trouble. He had no desire of being chains in front of Ayden Cater--the fething jerk had already started this mess, it was his beast to wrangle, now. Galaar was dead, by Calico's own hand. It was, by all accounts, a disaster. A massive, hellish disaster. Still, it wasn't his business to fight this mess. Not anymore.
Vorhi waited outside the door of the large place, waiting to see his good friend, his former ally. This would be a long discussion. Still, after this, he'd handle his largest job ever. Maybe. But first, he'd talk to his friend. They owed each other a bit of tea and discussion. Or, at least a decent explanation of all that's happened.