101 Ashan 719 | Azrael Blackfire | Yaralon
Azrael ginned at Kal's response. It was good to meet someone not driven by the endless hunt for nels. There wasn't enough room in Azrael's life for another nel-hungry companion. Knowing that the experience was all Kal sought was a comforting- if slightly hard to believe- thought for Azrael. When Kal said that he was a fifth as skilled with a blade as he was with a vocal cord Azrael gave a soft shrug. We can't all be swordsmen. He thought to himself before letting his mind wander slightly to the various ways that Kal's flight might be useful. Azrael was all but certain now that he'd be sneaking into the Broken Blade keep and killing Sandor so he needed to figure things out.
When Kal gave Azrael the means to find him again Azrael realized their meeting was drawing to a close which he was fine with because he already had what he wanted from it. "There are a few more things I need to sort out before I make my move against them. I'll try to keep you in the loop as I work." That was the best Azrael could do because he was working more or less on his own to orchestrate the murder of a mercenary gang's leader. It wasn't necessarily the fastest thing to do. Azrael shook the Avriel's hand when the time to depart came and waved goodbye but then he sat down to continue drinking. He was already at the bar, why waste the trip? Besides Bastard's Grove was a long way away and Azrael didn't quite want to start the trip home yet.
