As Azier finished up the second round of his story, Tobias poured hot blood over a lovely mix of red twigs, green leaves, and black 'pebble'-like things as he listened. With any luck, this would knock out his little brother quickly, and keep him subdued until Azrael's arrival.
He had made up his mind already; Azier had to be stopped. He wanted to throw off all the balance and order that Azrael had brought, and he couldn't abide by that. With all of this information freely given in trust, Tobias didn't have to do much to keep his brother entertained and at ease.
"So...you restored the castle? Impressive." The scholar expressed as he sat down across from Azier at the small, two-person table and slid one of two old, chipped cups towards the younger with a fluid motion.
He expected the youngest sibling to immediately drink down the beverage, but instead he looked over the cup, and then back towards the older with a frown. "...Tobias..."
