Keia
I aim to misbehave
Zykovian thought through the information that he had uncovered thus far. Obviously, the woman was searching for a Mojiin inquistor . . . or many mojiin inquisitors . . . and she was killing other mojiin to leave these messages for one of them to find her . . . and only one of them. A praetorian, most likely based on description, with silver hair, and extensive knowledge of Mojiin. A convocation, many Mojiin . . . even a Mojiin language class which Zykovian attended. She wanted them to come to her . . . but why - what had she prepared, why murder and use their blood for the messages . . . to make the inquisitors angry, so that they are not thinking? . . . so that they charge right into the web without considering the consequences. That seemed to be the most likely. To get them in a place of her choosing and not thinking clearly.
Seeing Amity, Zykovian couldn't help but smile. "Well, it does smell delicious, my dear," Zykovian replied.
Seeing Amity, Zykovian couldn't help but smile. "Well, it does smell delicious, my dear," Zykovian replied.