<span style="font-style: italic">"Along with the emblem of authority your sigil also bears a convocant, which will allow you to communicate with your fellow brothers and sisters wherever they are, like so...You then speak your message to the convocant, for instance... tell Craw Maghar 'testing, testing,' and then poof!, your message will be delivered."</span>Upon holding the feather between two digits, Ashmedei examined the item with pure bewilderment. The power which was contained within the feather was some type of sorcery unlike anything he had seen. Even the room went silent as his elders in rank displayed the power held within a singular black feather. Ashmedei secured the object in his sigil and stored it inside his cloak.<br/><br/>When Craw asked if they had any questions concerning the 'convocant', Ash shook his head and looked around him. Everyone seemed to have understood the importance of the Sigil and what the usage of the feather it contained was for.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Okey lads, here we are - our first case. Save your questions until the end. Case#01,"</span>Every pair of eyes was now focused on the form of Sergeant Steffensen as he began to speak of their first assignment. A gruesome murder case. Ashmedei's eyes narrowed and he lowered his head but continued listening intently to Sgt. Steffensen.<br/><br/>Margotte Jensby. Why did the name sound so familiar? He thought, drawing a ragged breath. Wasn't she not seen in the royal cemetery deep inside the forest a few nights ago? Ashmedei silently watched the woman stepping into the cemetery alongside another man, taking a late walk among the tombstones and disappearing into the mist and fog. The Nephilim had decided not to follow them, yet found the part in itself sounding kind of strange. As he raised his head to look at Eirik, he wondered if he should pass that information to him or simply do as if none of that night ever happened.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Sara and Ashmedai - I want Karl found and brought in for questioning. Soft hands if possible, but bring him in regardless."</span>Ashmedei nodded his head in agreement.<span style="font-style: italic">“We shall and we will find him, M'Lord.”</span>One corner of his lips curled up to form a tiny smile as he shifted his gaze to the Lulf and got up from his seat, advancing towards Sara. He took a quick glance at Maako, Aiden and Ruavia, and a  burst of cold air circled his own frame.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“If I may have your permission, I would like to access the Headquarters' armoury in order to lay my hands on the tools that I may need for this mission. I may also need to utilize some of your tools to make me more arrows for this journey, and a new bow to last.”</span>His hands artfully wielded both the sword and the bow and so these were the only weapons he needed to bring with him in their journey to find Karl. But other methods were meant to be used in this mission and like the Sergeant explained, Karl was to be approached while avoiding unnecessary violence, and to bring him back before the Craw safe and unharmed. Sara and him were to wear the shoes of the Huntsman and approach the situation with something similar to tracking and chasing after a deer. For Ashmedei, the mission was a satisfactory one and the rush of the chase drove him on already.