"Alright, chief, I'll post the Nighthawks along these routes for the time being." Docara said, adjusting his hypnotic hawk mask.
"That will be all, Docara. Now, I need to talk with Rufus, and I'd like to do it alone please. Understood, Docara?" Tam said pointedly, he knew that Docara had assigned many of the Nighthawks to watch over him, even while concealing their mana signatures as much as possible, Tam was able to sense them.
"Of course, Grand Marshal Sir!" Docara nodded, and beckoned to the Nighthawks all around the room, who followed him out. Only a single Nighthawk remained, wearing a demonic mask, eyes glaring at Tam, mouth open in a snarl with a bright red tongue twisting out from it, as if it was tasting the air.
"Is that you, Rufus?" Tam looked carefully at the masked individual, he hadn't realized that Lucio had carved Kothar a mask. The tradition had begun years ago, when Tam had dispatched the first of the men who were to become Nighthawks.
