'Well, for now, the initiator should be these two high-class foes. If I'm guessing correctly, they must be planning to either investigate me if they're lenient, prevent me from ever getting near Deia again if they're neutral, or outright assassinate me if they're cruel.' Darius pondered with a thoughtful smile.
He then swirled the smoothie before him and sipped it slowly, his eyes sharpening with a glint of malice he usually kept contained.
'So, devout followers of an enemy deity, what sort of performance shall it be?'
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On the other side, Deia had just gotten out of Darius' sight when the pope leaned towards the Inquisitor.
"Inquisitor Davian, do you perhaps know who that fellow is?"
The handsome and well-dressed inquisitor frowned deeply, his hand passing through his silver hair and his dark blue eyes glinting with discomfort.
