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A moment of silence settled as the leader pondered for a moment, gauging her reaction and her intents as his eyes traveled along Illha’s heavily scarred face. There was no hint of approval, nor disapproval, yet only of wariness, for the world was a troubled place, the Vysticchi themselves long known for their treachery, deceit and desire for power. Lowering his blade slightly before sheathing it in one smooth motion, the others followed suit, though their hands never left blade or bow.
‘Welcome, Illha, of House Melervs. We shall escort you to Lady Kyoko now.’
With that being said he indicated for her to step forward, the six parting and moving alongside her as the leader led her into the depths of Dar Havark. Through well crafted tunnels, the more they ventured deeper the more she could see how skillfully dug they were, with depictions of demons and dragons soon showing upon the stone wall.
Squads past them by, some offering simple nods in greetings, others simply watching the messenger with the same dangerous eyes. There were creatures of all sorts, from ratta, men, orcs and goblins, yet all seemed to be silent and unnaturally orderly. Illha would certainly notice them all.
It was not before long that they entered into a huge chamber, one whose ceiling seemed to reach up into the heavens, the chamber easily fitting hundreds, if not a thousand or more. Two thrones were at the very end, whilst a cloaked figure sat watching them. Though slim, an aura of dark power emanated off her form. Was this Lady Kyoko?
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