[The Garden] Praeceptor of the Reliquiae

[Nox]

It was much warmer than outside. Though there was still a chill in the air, though not one of temperature. Nox didn't set next to Eliot or Helena. Eliot had taken the seat opposite the Ascendancy at the other 'head' of the table, Nox chose a more neutral location. Jay and the other dominions stood behind him as the guards that they were. Nox was mediator, just a middle man, he honestly had no idea why he was here other than for the introduction. Eliot had mentioned he was useful more times than he could count and all the while he insulted him to his face. Not that being American was an insult, but the Atharim looked down on their American breathern with disdain. And yet he wanted Nox for a mouth peice -- at least the visibility of what his new Atharim could do.

Nox didn't sit properly in the chair, he leaned back casually, but he wasn't slouched. Just not board like straight like Eliot. He wasn't here to show the Ascendncay anything more than what the man already knew. He knew exactly who Nox was. Though he could feel the eyes of at least one Dominion on him. Allan was always watching him. If Nox didn't know better he'd think the man had a crush on hiom. But it wasn't that simple, he didn't like him for some unknown reason. But it wasn't worth the effort to figure it out.