The arrival of Nox did not go unnoticed by Lord Finra Vadica, who had been informed of his arrival by Raven. Unease had never been more president than it was at that moment. He had hoped that Lona would manage to kill him in that window, but his heart fell into his gut when he saw her limp body being dragged over the cobblestone.
His jaw was clenched so tightly that veins protruded on one side as he forced the words from his mouth, "Welcome to my humble abode, Young Master Nox." he forced a smile, no longer able to deny the sensation of unease creeping up his spine like a Wraith Demon. He felt scared and small beneath those cruel amethyst eyes with a scarlet center.
Calmly, Altair pulled the snowy white gloves off his hand and handed them to Therion. "Does this belong to you, Baron?"
"My Lord?" Finra's lips thinned. "Does what belong to me?"
