"...As you expected, contact has been established."
Dejir whispered, while to the side, a whistle sounded; Orgulous cheerfully propped his feet up on the table.
His handsome face, frivolous movements, and expressions, coupled with flamboyant clothing, gave the impression of a dissolute noble offspring from the streets of Lutèce, only the occasional glimpse of cold, steadfast eyes betrayed a hint of his true nature.
Those were the eyes of a bird of prey, overlooking the hunting grounds from on high, ready to capture its quarry with sharp talons.
Now, Tars was full of Familiars of his and Dejir's, using illusion spells to twist the light, aiding them to keep a vigilant watch over the hunting grounds with the eyes of their Familiars, observing every move of Jelas and Ji Ai'er.
"Shall we reinforce them? Or would it be better to stop him?"
"Maintain the status quo."
"Is that okay?"
