#iaerian

[brent-sunborn]

(( Continued from this starter ))

Turning his head to gaze down upon Brent once more, Iaerian perked a brow with his request, “What say you? Do you think you would be up to the task or do I need to find another?”

A sigh escaped the rogue, as he turned his gaze back out to the harbor. He’d done surveillance work like this in the past, easily enough. Embedding into an organization as an impostor came rather naturally to the ren’dorei. He was meticulous, procedural, and kept a low profile. Those traits had served him well in his past life, so it didn’t surprise him too much Iaerian would call on him for a similar task now. But to spy on his own daughter? That struck him as odd... 

And Keila - a name Brent hadn’t thought of in a long, long time. Like Iaerian himself, Brent’s interaction with Keila were brief and shallow. But reputations and rumours spread throughout the Twilight community. He remembered hearing about her demise in Pandaria... but then again so many cultists died around that time. Part of the dangers of that life were being found out and executed. He took a moment of silence out of respect for Keila’s loss. Only six or so years too late.

“Tell me a bit more about this Violet Bastion, then.” Brent then pressed, eyes flickering back and forth from the stars in the sky to their rippling reflections on the ocean below them. “I’ve no issues spying on your daughter, but if it’s a long term position, I want to make sure it’s worth my time, yeah?”

[[ @arcanist-starweaver ]]

[brent-sunborn]

(( Starter for @arcanist-starweaver, to get the cult boys back in cahoots! ))

Stormwind was always so much nicer at night, Brent found. Not only quieter and more serene, but more appealing to look at in general. The sun glaring off of the white-stone structures and walkways always felt so garish and immoderate. But at night, the granite brickwork contrasted well against the night sky. He stopped by the harbor overlook, and peered out as the moon filled the sky. It had been a long time since he simply took it all in, rather than peering searchingly at his next target. It felt nice to be unburdened by any responsibilities, for once. And given what responsibilities he was used to... all the more so.

It had been some weeks since Ny’alotha. But this was the first time he’d ventured back into civilization since. And it felt... welcoming, for a change. He’d been so accustomed to concealing himself, it was nice to simply walk about without fear of being scrutinized. Or worse-- found out. But his Twilight days were well behind him now. And finally getting a handle on being one with the Void without his eldritch benefactor’s assistance felt like a whole new lease on life itself. 

Change was in the winds, and Brent breathed it in deeply.