[ When Emet-Selch finally stirred from his rest he noticed that he was very much alone in the bed. This was, admittedly, a disappointing realization. He had been looking forward to spending a bit more time with the hero, either in bed or out. When he surveyed the room he caught sight of his coat hung carefully. Under his breath he let out a low chuckle before finally easing himself up and off the bed. ]
How thoughtful of you.
[ In no time at all he was dressed (with just the snap of his fingers, of course), and after making sure every medal on his coat and his hair was in place in the lone mirror, he ascian vanished from the suite through a portal.
The time that followed had him revisiting the reconstructed city for roughly a bell before moving on to see whatever it was that took the warrior away this time around.
From the shadows he witnessed the events of Lakeland. He offered no succor, no assistance. He simply observed. There was still the matter of judging whether this lot would be worthy of his assistance and he had not forgotten this. He would move from location to location, taking in the sights of the struggles and deaths. And all the while his expression was blank.
What did eventually earn a spark of curiosity from him though was when he did find his hero among the those on the battlefield. An eyebrow arched as he drank in the visage of her dancing around her enemies, wielding the chakrams with ease and grace. It was captivating and he only cemented the fact that he wished to learn more about this style of combat. It certainly had its visual appeal.
But like all things, the battle eventually came to an end. Once the crowds had settled and the land was littered with both corpses of man and sin eater, he took it as his queue to depart. It was then that he returned to Amaurot once more to linger, to wait. His warrior would return to her suite in due time and he had every intention of checking on her.
When that time did finally come to pass, it was clear the man had never heard of knocking because one moment she was alone in her room, the next the familiar sound of a portal opening could be heard and the ascian seen stepping out from it. He was greeted by the sight of the warrior of darkness in the nude and at first, an amused smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Emet-Selch had gotten as far as to opening his mouth to make some sort of quip (something along the lines of 'this is a greeting i could grow accustomed to') but it died on his tongue, as did the mirth in his gold eyes. ]
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How thoughtful of you.
[ In no time at all he was dressed (with just the snap of his fingers, of course), and after making sure every medal on his coat and his hair was in place in the lone mirror, he ascian vanished from the suite through a portal.
The time that followed had him revisiting the reconstructed city for roughly a bell before moving on to see whatever it was that took the warrior away this time around.
From the shadows he witnessed the events of Lakeland. He offered no succor, no assistance. He simply observed. There was still the matter of judging whether this lot would be worthy of his assistance and he had not forgotten this. He would move from location to location, taking in the sights of the struggles and deaths. And all the while his expression was blank.
What did eventually earn a spark of curiosity from him though was when he did find his hero among the those on the battlefield. An eyebrow arched as he drank in the visage of her dancing around her enemies, wielding the chakrams with ease and grace. It was captivating and he only cemented the fact that he wished to learn more about this style of combat. It certainly had its visual appeal.
But like all things, the battle eventually came to an end. Once the crowds had settled and the land was littered with both corpses of man and sin eater, he took it as his queue to depart. It was then that he returned to Amaurot once more to linger, to wait. His warrior would return to her suite in due time and he had every intention of checking on her.
When that time did finally come to pass, it was clear the man had never heard of knocking because one moment she was alone in her room, the next the familiar sound of a portal opening could be heard and the ascian seen stepping out from it. He was greeted by the sight of the warrior of darkness in the nude and at first, an amused smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Emet-Selch had gotten as far as to opening his mouth to make some sort of quip (something along the lines of 'this is a greeting i could grow accustomed to') but it died on his tongue, as did the mirth in his gold eyes. ]