[Dominic Veldiris]

At Mikhail's curt "Let's go," the two set off down the streets of Prime in silence. It was, no doubt, an incredible city, especially to young Dominic who had scarcely left Portshire in his lifetime. The massiveness of each building, and of the city itself, was overwhelming and dwarfed Portshire in comparison.

Dominic stepped quickly, staying in line with Mikhail as they navigated the unfamiliar streets of Prime, until they finally came to... a cemetery? Perhaps it was childish of him, but a chill crawled up Dominic's spine as he realized where they were. It wasn't the cemetery itself - he'd seen them many times before - but it was the combination, he supposed, of the Butcher's mysteriousness, the darkening, the unfamiliarity of the city, the angel sculpture (which looked demonic in the moonlight), and the strange man at its foot. The man was gripping a noose, it seemed - what was he, an executioner or simply a murderous criminal?

After nodding at Mikhail's instruction, however, Dominic remained silent. He knew when his words were needed and when they were not - and when the bosses were playing, subordinates were silent.