who? @spawnuriah where? Haven When? A few weeks after Aventia fell
Mikhael arrives at Haven with the refugee group, an uncomfortable twist on his chest as he considers his options. He has been unsettled since his conversation with the Devil wearing a preacher’s disguise. A wolf amidst the sheeps, luring the flock into his jaws. It’s a horror not unlike the tales whispered in the dark about devils back in Ankhuria. Like the tales he assumed hold the truth of who his father is, wherever in Taravell he is. It’s not a reality that settles on him easily, but he has to swallow it regardless.
He is conflicted as to his next step, whether to go with Dantalion or avoid the mess altogether. A gloved hand runs through his hair as he wanders through the werewolf’s village as he is considering his options. The Warrior’s Guild likely had another job he could take to pay for his travels with the Vanguard, so it’s financially feasible. There is a dark bemusement as he realizes that as much as he wants to avoid traveling with the others, he is already planning for it.
“Wherever His Light may take me, huh,” he mutters with bemusement as he turns into the wolf’s pub and right into a veritable wall of muscle. A blink follows another and he glances up. “My apologies.”