Arion Wind
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----- Asayal Kham -----
----- The Driving Rain -----
----- Location: The Great Hall -----
Not alive for a full hour and already they were falling into power struggles. Is it any wonder that the Tower fell without the leadership of the Overlord to unite these . . . children? But if so, they were children with a point. The Tower needed to be secured and more reliable intelligence gained. And if things did come to a head, well, it wouldn't hurt if he knew something, however small, to keep the Harvester of Souls from rising to the top of the pile.
Asayal stands and checks both his bow and the few marginally intact arrows he found on his way down to the Hall. Poor tools, but better than nothing. "I've little patience for stealth, but I can ensure the Tower is safe and clear." What's left of it, anyway. A look at the tattered furnishings and diminished shadows of the Generals he once knew left him little hope of any pleasant surprises, but he had failed in his duty once and had no plans to sit idly by when he could be making up for his mistakes.