<span style="font-style: italic">"I guess It's not time yet... if only you would tell me what you want from me before... I would say no..." He said with a grunt as he stomped his feet in the mud, Pulling his hood over his head and falling into the city streets to take care of business.</span><br/><br/>"Hmmm?" Delphine stood, she wasn't sure if Ghaleon was simply talking to himself... as many in the group were prone to. She brushed off the dust and mud from her dress, a cerulean blue gown, with silver studs and dark leather straps. Their group was an odd one, everyone had their secrets, and she was sure he was no exception. She knew better than to assume that he was a simple man, a simple human; she had known him for near a decade and with the exception of exhaustion wearing on him in the evenings, she had never seen him age. She had never met anyone quite like Ghaleon, though the same could be said about any member of the group.<br/><br/>She smiled, and slowly followed in his wake; even when sight of him was lost, she could smell him, though she oft thought she could sense him even without his scent hanging in the air. She mused over the plan, over her team... over the hilarity that was bound to be Vero and Claire working in tandem. She fought back a chuckle. Though the chuckle turned far more sinister at the thought of Poor Old Vero attempting to woo their very own Idol of Innocence. Delphine Smiled wickedly, passing it off as clearing her throat. And what of the rest of her squad... she thought of Lilith, how she left, Ghaleon's rage... Nothing about that sat right with her.. but it was far too late. And what of Felly'bas? The third member of her own group set to gallivant about and spread slaughter and mayhem.<br/><br/>Delphine didn't know much about Felly... or many of the members of the team for that matter; secrecy was often a way of life for people like them. She knew that her past was troubled by a nefarious necromantic figure... and that she wasn't human. Delphine wasn't even sure if Felly was still technically alive. She could sense dark magics at work in her veins, and knew that she had been the subject of a wicked curse, though she knew little more than that. Her own history was kept just as closely guarded, more through lack of trying to connect than through paranoia or distrust.<br/><br/><br/>Delphine wandered through the streets, tracing the same lines as Ghaleon in the muddy sidewalks and alleyways that made up the city. She rarely traveled with any member of the group in daylight, since suspicion was not something she liked to endure. She was a well known bard, her songs and skills sought after by many, and if it were known she were an assassin, or kept the company of assassins, her music would be ruined. She sighed and kept walking, trying to keep pace with Ghaleon should he need her; his cryptic mumblings leaving her unsure whether he even desired her company.