Tendrils of darkness wormed their way into a crack in the earth. The mist sped up, and entered a dim tunnel beneath. The mist swirled, as though filling up a container the size of a man. With a wave of his hand, Puppeteer tore through the wall of black mist, allowing it to dissapate. He snapped his fingers, and the sack of armor materialized before him, he grabbed the top of the sack before it could reach the ground. Metallic footsteps approached him from behind, he shouldered the sack and looked up. A patrol  was advancing on him with their swords drawn. Puppeteer held up his hand, a signal which was misunderstood as an attempt to use magic; the men sidestepped, expecting a bolt of energy to rip through the space which they had just vacated.<br/><br/>Puppeteer pulled the hood lower, concealing his mask in shadow, "I have come to meet Mordrake Pyreclaw as now is nearly the appointed time. He would not be very appreceative if his armor was damaged before it had even been tested in battle."<br/><br/>The men froze, truth in his words were undoubtedly but what if this was a planned assassination? Puppeteer shifted slightly, and pulled an iron bar, and on it was engraved the Pyreclaw house symbol. The leader nodded cautiously, "If you would stand in the middle, we will bring you to Teissar."<br/><br/>Puppeteer nodded and allowed himself to be escorted to the emissary, Teissar. A quiet and simple man, hardly raised objections in anything, that was probably why he was left in that position. Teissar was waiting in a cross-junction, Puppeteer nodded at him and pushed past the forward guard. Teirssar fell into step with him, "Got to be careful now, Modrake has just removed a bloodline, probably to prove something-"<br/><br/>"I know," When the emissary stared at him questioningly, Puppeteer said in a whisper, "I have eyes and ears nearly everywhere. It's just a fact that I do not wish to make it too easy for my clients."<br/><br/>"Nothing escapes you, does it?"<br/><br/>"I- Actually let it escape. I concentrate on things that exist." The emissary put on a facade of a knowing look which stood nest to transparent.<br/><br/>As the elf was about to respond, a drake seer sprinted out of the double doors at top notch. The emissary looked back, then back to Puppeteer, "Modrake Pyreclaw awaits your  presence, if you would allow me to-"<br/><br/>Puppeteer strode through the doors, his leather boots muffled on the marble floor. He looked at Mordrake, "As promised, I have arrived." Too early.