[The Garden] Praeceptor of the Reliquiae

[Bastian]

Bastian’s posture was without yield. If he had thoughts concerning the … unusual nature of the brief, he did not show them. His face remained stone, lacking any acknowledgment of two men who had once been brothers-in-arms, for Bastian shed his Atharim skin the day they rejected him. Concerning his own betrayal and adjustment of loyalties he felt neither guilt nor remorse. His brows did lower the moment the additional woman stepped into view, though, and he made a small disgruntled noise in his throat. A foolish way to start proceedings. It annoyed him.

Neither man channeled, but none here could be entirely sure of the woman. Though no tell tale signs prickled his skin, for which reason he did not immediately seize upon his own power. It was for the Ascendancy to decide what happened next. Bastian would crush without question.