"I'm not some brutish fool stumbling into the school by knocking out a wall. I'll get you the defense layout and the medical records, do not worry."
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"An interesting feeling.. It will surely help that I'm not a rotting buffoon stumbling in to the school." He adds, checking his clothes for marks from the flame. "When shall I go? I already have a decent cover story, made all the better since it's true."
"I'll see what I can do. Do you have anything to hide me from a Seer's sight? Such magic is beyond my own various abilities."
"Employer." He corrects smoothly.
"Not normal stone walls, perhaps, but I've heard of this... school. We'll need a truly titanic amount of the most powerful undead to hold our own."
"Common herd beasts? Useful fodder and transport, I guess."
"Respect enough to cover their nose before gagging, maybe."
"What a decided lack of style you have." Faust scoffs, placing a handkerchief over his nose and mouth. "I'm glad you'll be in the air where the stench can be whisked away."
"Let him have the front line. Let him heavy my army for all it matters. I'm just here to finish a job."
"Or at least the area they'll be in. No difference to me."
"About time." The aasimar said blandly, sitting back and adjusting his hat. Out of all of them, he was probably the most 'alive' of them all, looking only a little pale, not a speck of rot anywhere. "I do so love a challenge, don't you?"
Xanthus Sana, at your service. |