Altair's brow jumped. "The Crucible?"
Tasha pointed them out with his eyes. It was three of them, three men who seemed to blend into the crowd with ease, each with different shadows of robes that masked everything but their muscular frame. Slowly, they drifted back into the crowd, vanishing between the vast amalgamation of auras, though not quick enough for Altair to notice them.
He touched his shoulder, where, despite the appearance of the Mark of Cain, he still felt its presence observing him, scrutinizing his every action. He wondered when Azura would call for him or if she'd ever call for him again after what occurred. He scuffed at the idea, tearing his awaze away before sending a Soul Whisper to the Commander.
