"Are we not alloys fending through life made of various loves, ires, hates, miseries, smiles and tears?
Those you have collected upon your crusted surface matters not a rush, but what you are most composed of. That element that is you beneath all the minerals Life has rubbed over your being: may that be a beautiful core built of love."
~
Project Incarnation Warlock,
Secret Lair of the Government,
Beneath the Under-Ground Dungeons,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
"Sir Oreius"
When Jaycob's eyes caught sight of the shadow upon the book of a druid behind him, and heard the woman speak his name like his disguise had not served its purpose of counterfeit, he immediately pushed away, high on his guard ready to tackle her.
"Stay!", hushed the familiar voice of Ingrid Luna-ward, but that only unnerved the man all the more for she was an elusive assassin on his records.
