"And as I was saying, the Vanir have been known as a friend to all of the races..."
In a palace, completely immaculate and seemingly peaceful, Charles was currently kneeling-- in front of him was Latanya, seated on a throne that could probably fit 10 more of her.
"...We would forever be grateful to your kind if you helped us in this endeavor."
"But doesn't your group see every other race as an enemy?"
It wasn't Latanya that responded to Charles's pleas, but the woman beside her-- Andrea's mother, one of the feathers of Azrael, Skylar.
"I do not see why you want us as an ally," Skylar muttered, "Your group reminds me of the Circle at the end of its life-- insecure. And if I remember, one of you massacred almost half of the Vanir hundreds of years ago."
