Crossing his arms, Darius leaned back against the wall next to the assassin. He didn't even stare at them. "Talon." He greeted them. "Been well, I hope?"
Not bothering to look up at him either, the assassin keeps their head low as they keep to their spot.“How considerate of you, general,” They say at first, glancing at him out of the corner of their eye. “I’ve seen better days. What of yourself?”















