FourMonos
First Post
Chael keeps track of the blue cloaked, chainmail wearing assassin walking away from her, weaving through the crowd. As she follows, Chael appreciates her pace is faster than the villain's this time. Although her comrades are slowly descending on the lift, she is moments from closing in on the assassin.
Just as her prey seems within reach, the crowd thins and Chael finds herself in front of the small guardhouse outside a large marble building that predominates this level.
Multiple human guards mill about the large iron gate, all wearing the same blue cloak and chainmail armor. While the guardsman appear relaxed, there is no mistaking their alert eyes. Several of them have appreciated the direct path of the shifter straight for the guardhouse gate.
One of the guards, a blond middle aged veteran, addresses her, "Morning, ma'am. How can I be of service?"
You take notice of his House Deneith dragonmark clear upon his left neck.
Just as her prey seems within reach, the crowd thins and Chael finds herself in front of the small guardhouse outside a large marble building that predominates this level.
Multiple human guards mill about the large iron gate, all wearing the same blue cloak and chainmail armor. While the guardsman appear relaxed, there is no mistaking their alert eyes. Several of them have appreciated the direct path of the shifter straight for the guardhouse gate.
One of the guards, a blond middle aged veteran, addresses her, "Morning, ma'am. How can I be of service?"
You take notice of his House Deneith dragonmark clear upon his left neck.