A messenger from the Order of the Obsidian Flame

[Sithet]

Sithet rode his horse upon the path that led to the clan hall of the Silver Wolves. His horse trotted slowly through the snow and the gates opened upon his arrival, the guards seeing that there was no immediate threat opened the doors, in his right hand he bore a scroll, his left hand wearily grasping the reigns of his horse. He nodded to the guards and brushed the untamed hair out of his eyes, he trotted amongst the buildings and up the path towards the guild hall keep. He nodded once more as the guards let him through once more and he approached the large building in which the officers of the Clan waited, he dismounted his horse quickly and looked down, his formal Cimmerian clan wear and his long cape complimented each other nicely, he stroked his beard and made sure it was somewhat decent and combed his fingers through his hair before he made his way up the pathway, his leather boots squeaking against the rough stones of the pathway, he entered the building and waited for the officers to come down.

[Vysm]

The messenger was just settling in for what appeared would be a long wait. Soon after sitting down he suddenly noticed that his breath was becoming visible. At one end of the hall the light noticeably darkened and an overwhelming sense of wrongness filled the air.

Quickly the messenger jumped to his feet, uncertainty clearly written upon his face. Out of the shadows a figure emerged, covered head to toe in a heavy robe.

Slowly the figure approached the messenger, and to his credit he stood his ground. Upon reaching the messenger the cloaked figure stopped and slowly pulled back its hood.

"Greetings messenger from the Order of the Obsidian Flame" Spoke the new arrival.

Dusky skin and blond hair framed a feminine face that on any other women would have been considered beautiful. But this face was covered with a hideous looking tattoo. And staring out of that black tattoo was two golden eyes that promised cruelty.

" I am Vysm, the leadership is away at the moment but should return shortly. You are free to wait here, but I must warn you. If you decide to wander these halls alone, do so at your own peril."

With that Vysm pulled her hood over her face again and left the room.

[Graelok]

Graelok decended the stairs from the upper keep and watched Vysm leave through the front entrance. Making a mental note to speak with her regarding openly theatening visiting dignitaries he approached Sithet.

"Good day and welcome to Athbrayth. Help yourself to a tankard of mead" ; motioning to a table with a tapped barrel sitting upon it while he said the last. "What brings you to our humble city?"