Enjoying some freshly squeezed pomegranates from his Heavenly Garden that Medusa had so kindly squeezed for him, Altair's ears perked at the sudden arrival of Raven. He smiled, looking back at the serious-looking woman.
"News for me?" He asked lightly. That was the few times he saw Raven as of late.
"Therion and Alyssa have completed their mission."
"Good. Have the two remain, watching that area for exactly two months," Altair said, and Raven's brow jumped.
"You want to set a lure?"
Altair didn't immediately answer; rather, he beckoned her to ride coach. When she did, he offered her a sip. Only a sip. It was a rather richly tart drink, but he couldn't ask for anything better. It was rather addicting.
