One…
Two..
Four…
Eight...
'Eight Arcanists besides the one in black. An elaborate scheme. This wasn't coincidental. Now I just wonder…' Evian thought as he looked from his surroundings to Aren's frowning face,
'… Are they here for me or her?'
"Who are you? What do you want with us?" Aren asked in what sounded like quite the dominant voice that was backed by a brilliant, if minute, flair of Spiritual energy.
While the Arcanists now surrounding them sneered with malice, it was the Stranger in black who spoke. However, he ignored Aren like she was not important and looked over at Evian instead with an almost amicable smile,
"Evian Stygian, was it?"
'Well, I suppose that clears things up,' Evian thought with a frown before glaring at the stranger, 'They're here for me!"
"You know of me?"
