[Nimavel Mynendil]

Raven hair spilled over the assassin’s slender shoulders as he bowed to the materializing Eleändur Luviel, an elf whom Nimavel was only vaguely familiar with. As the Heru Mynendil was normally summoned by Siaren himself, a plethora of curiosities surfaced to the assassin’s mind when considering the Heru Luviel’s absence and his replacement by the Aesoteric Mage.

House Mynendil and House Luviel primarily convened in response to the direst of circumstances as determined by the latter, and thus it was ordinarily Siaren who personally confided in Nimavel to maintain a certain level of discreteness. Henceforth, for Eleändur to have requested the assassin’s presence indicated that whatever was disconcerting House Luviel was already known to the rest of the family –or perhaps even to Silrosia as a whole?

As participating in perfunctory conversation was not the assassin’s forte, he subsequently refrained from commenting on the mage’s ambiguity. For whatever reason that it was Eleändur and not Siaren who greeted him was beyond the elf lord’s concern; he was more interested in learning the purpose behind the request.

Walking beside Eleändur like a ghost in elfin form, the assassin’s hands remained hidden beneath the outer layer of his apparel, a flowing obsidian mantle bearing the horned owl insignia of House Mynendil. He mentally noted the specific course that he and Eleändur followed, one that Nimavel normally avoided to circumvent detection. As House Mynendil and House Luviel shared a relationship limited to the shadows of their clandestine meeting area, the elf lord was unaccustomed to traveling the greater parts of Ashwood Manor –and particularly this sector of the mansion. It wasn’t that he was disallowed from; it was simply that he didn’t care to.

After ensconcing in the chair across from the Aesoteric Mage, the elfin lord’s lavender gaze settled unblinkingly on Eleändur, meeting the wizard’s stare as he imparted a terse nod in response. Although he’d only recently returned from business endeavors that had taken him outside of Elfhame, the elf was acutely aware of the late magical deficiencies faced by the city’s spellcasters.

And so the Aesoteric Circle was unable to solve the conundrum behind this phenomenon?

Considering the competency of that revered lot, the Heru Mynendil was skeptical to believe that he could provide answers where affluent mages had failed unless, of course, this was not the task that would be assigned to him. Regarding Eleändur with emotionally indecipherable eyes, the assassin conceded another nod, his interest evidently riveted.

“So be it.”

He said, agreeing to Eleändur’s terms of secrecy. And thus he waited, patiently, for the Aesoteric Mage to continue.