I WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU
He was no diplomat, not even close, but he finds his way through the copse all the same. It didn’t take much to throw a wrench in the otherwise harmonious au de parfume of the Chamber, but sprinkle in sugar, spice and all things nice? Might as well split the shadows with an air horn.
The bay slunk through the pine pillars, silk drapery past the rough bark, hardly any signs left of the fire. The forest had healed in that aspect at least, though there were sure signs of the inferno still lingering like ghosts. Speaking of ghouls, he watched the red eyed devil converse with their visitors. He didn’t approve, Gryffen would be no help in a business meeting. He wasn’t of much more assistance, but then again he wasn’t any worse. Actually, to be right up front they should be glad he had even bothered to pop in.
He gives a small nod to the pallid stag, the one with the gleaming eyes and hungry stare. He hadn’t spent much time with Gryffen really, though he hadn’t really spent much time with any of his newer herd mates. He would expect Engel to be along soon, sweeping in with words and welcome. A much warmer personality compared to the testosterone fueled brutes, whispers of sweet words to fill their ears.
"Hello, I'm Killdare, Lieutenant for the army. Did you find your way okay?" He wasn't the best at pleasantries, but he could be polite if nothing else. His sea glass eyes focused on the two messengers, he would look at anyone who spoke directly.