Alfarinn looked over at Thaddeus. So there was more to this... He was beginning to feel the draw of a puzzle to solve. It was a grim problem but one that needed to unlocked and Alfarinn was starting to get the familiar sense that they were getting somewhere.
"I am honored that you trust me, Thaddeus, and I will not let that trust down. Follow me."
He stood up and then turned to head back towards the entrance of the building.
((OOC: Feel free to disagree or agree. Didn't ooc out just in case Thaddeus had more to say on the arrangements ))
English Swords
Thaddeus stood in front of a display of old English swords behind a glass panel, his hands clasped behind his back, his feet slightly apart, his gloves for once in his jacket pocket. His black vicar-collared shirt and tailored pants hung perfectly off his slim frame. His stance betrayed none of his anxiety and his face held a schooled, impassive expression. He was in his element now, every bit an Anantyan Vampire of the Order of the Night, and he was ready to meet Alfarinn.
He could only hope the Evenhet would come.
The gloves are off indeed.
Alfarinn
18 years ago
Thaddeus Grey
18 years ago
Thaddeus's feet moved to follow Alfarinn almost before he realized it. It annoyed Thaddeus, that his heart and body were one step ahead of his mind, and he urged his mind to caution.
Still, he walked beside Alfarinn, working a little to keep up with the other man's long strides. He tried to remember that -he- had initiated this conversation, that it was -he- who had made the choice to trust the Evenhet, and so he was still in control. Still, Alfarinn had certainly taken that trust and run with it; he hadn't even bothered to tell Thaddeus where he was taking him!
Is this how the last of the Greys will meet his death?
And yet still his feet moved! What traitors to the cause! Dragging him closer and closer to the inevitable, whatever that may be.
"The scent leads you were it must. Even into darkness. Sometimes, the wrong trail is the right one."
Mai had told him that, before he left, and the words came to Thaddeus unbidden amidst his confusion. At the time, in the peaceful Japanese gardens of the Manor, it had made perfect sense to him, but as he followed Alfarinn to his very possible demise her words took on new meaning. Just how far in the wrong would he have to go before everything could be made right?
/ooc Thaddeus out with Alfarinn *gulp*
Still, he walked beside Alfarinn, working a little to keep up with the other man's long strides. He tried to remember that -he- had initiated this conversation, that it was -he- who had made the choice to trust the Evenhet, and so he was still in control. Still, Alfarinn had certainly taken that trust and run with it; he hadn't even bothered to tell Thaddeus where he was taking him!
Is this how the last of the Greys will meet his death?
And yet still his feet moved! What traitors to the cause! Dragging him closer and closer to the inevitable, whatever that may be.
"The scent leads you were it must. Even into darkness. Sometimes, the wrong trail is the right one."
Mai had told him that, before he left, and the words came to Thaddeus unbidden amidst his confusion. At the time, in the peaceful Japanese gardens of the Manor, it had made perfect sense to him, but as he followed Alfarinn to his very possible demise her words took on new meaning. Just how far in the wrong would he have to go before everything could be made right?
/ooc Thaddeus out with Alfarinn *gulp*
Alfarinn
18 years ago
Alfarinn walked outside and found his guards waiting there for him at the entrance. He nodded to one of them and the man spoke into the headset he wore. Soon enough one of the Björn stretch limos pulled up in front of the museum entrance.
((OOC: Both out))
((OOC: Both out))