"So," said Reina, staring oddly at the frothing Ale in front of her and then to Altair, who'd slightly altered his mask to allow him to eat and drink without issue, sipped his beer. "What are we going to do now?"
"We've got two months." He replied, listening to the idle gossip about him.
"Has there really been no word on Altair Blackwood?" Said an Ironblood to his group as one of the tavern women brought them a few.
"Nothing. But… I heard the crazy bastards of Noctom went to Earth and tore open the barrier to send in their legion.'
"You're kidding."
"Led by an old god… someone by the name of Fray or something, ripped open the portal seal and flicked off the tower before sending in her people."
"... Brah. What did the Arbiters say?"
"What can they say?"
"Now everything believes Altair Blackwood is somehow related to Noctem. No way that—"
