Thread: Demon's Rampage

He did need to consume sustenance. But not through means of humans. But through humans, exactly. They needed blood, and he didn't want to freak her out, by drinking an animals blood, right in front of her. So he didn't explain it further, but just followed her close by, as they left the room, and head towards the stairs, and downwards. He had plenty of gold coins in pouches on his body, and even more in his hideout, so aquirering sustenance for her, would be no problem at all, even if she hadn't had anything. They could even afford a royal feast, should that be necessary. All he ever used his earnings for, was arrows. And even that, he sometimes crafted himself. So, in truth he didn't really need to take jobs, as a Shadow Hunter. Could just work without any quests. However. He liked shiny things. Already before they neared the stairs, he could feel the silence of the bar, already knowing that the Queen's Sorcerer was on the way. So his eyes sought for the door, with a narrowed glance. And as soon as he entered, he sighed with a shake of his head in disdain. He knew the Queen's pawn, very well. He'd done jobs for the Royal Court a few times before, and had seen him. He was a well known Shadow Hunter. For good and for bad. And the Court, certainly wasn't a happy employer. They where hesitant to hire him, when ever they did. Especially after he refused a few assassination on human beings. That thunderous voice, made the red storms of his eyes stir in a roll. Oh the desperate human attempt, to instill authority through words. Such a futile attempt, and he turned to gaze on the man, as Skylar did. He let the two exchange a few words, though happy to see that Skylar was also hesitant to answer him anything. And then when he was asked for, he slowly reached his hands for his hood, removing it as Skylar snapped back at him. I'm afraid miss Skylar, doesn't in all truth have a choice in this company.. Wizard. Calling a Queen's Sorcerer by such a name, was a great offence, and his eyes now narrowed at the Queens pawn. The sun didn't hit his skin where he stood, having made sure of that. Archibald Einhand Marchen. I believe you'd remember me. And I'll be throwing down the Shadow Order's code, and demand first audience with this woman. Afraid the Royal Court, will have to await their turn, this time. Unless. of course. You wish to go against the Code? Which seems like a rather bad idea, considering your.. Minor escort, on this day. He explained, with no signs of emotions on his face. The Shadow Order, was a long dead memory, of a greater time. Many even believed them to be a Myth. But once, the Shadow hunters, worked as keepers of peace as well. And a Code was created, where a Shadow Hunter could jump ahead of the Royal Court, and question prisoners and alike, before the Royalists could get their hands on them. This was once used to trash out corruption in the Court, but had now not been used in centuries. However. If one under Royal employ, decided to go against the Code, in the past the Shadow Hunter would be allowed to strike down this employee of the Court, and not be called for hanging for his murder. And through his reputation, he hoped the words of an old dead Code, could scare off the Courts pawns. Now. If you will excuse us. He ended, laying a hand around Skylar's waist, trying to lead her out of the door, as if a bodyguard, creating distance between her and an enemy, hoping the Royal Sorcerer wouldn't try to stop them, as he pulled his hood back on his head, before placing a hand on the sword in his belt, bellow the cloak.