Exton

Movement flashes in the deepest corner of alley, a flicker of red, seen then gone. There is a click of nails on cement and a cloaked figure coalesces from the shadows.

A familiar lilting voice answers, "Ye called, Dark Lord? What need is so dear that ye call on the hand of a Brother?"

Keon pushes back the hood of the cloak with a leather clad hand. His black hair is pulled back in a severe braid, revealing the delicately pointed tips of his ears. A slow smile spreads across his dark face and he extends a gloved hand to Mortuis. When Mortuis clasps his hand, but remains grim, the smile disappears as if it had never been.

"What is amiss, my friend? Has something happened to Mistress Leather? Or perhaps the pretty winged gargoyle?" Mortuis explains that Alise has been taken. "So, it is the French flower. No more need be said. Ye have my aid, what e'er ye need."