“Greeting Sylvia, I hope all is, er, well.” He looked down at the werewolf who was still on the snow and simply nodded.
The hand of the arm Sylvia was holding turned black and grasped back onto Sylvia’s own leaving behind an intricate arcane mark. Xepher immediately sat up with a glare in her eyes and her teeth baring attempted to strike however her right arm refused to move with the damage it received. The white aura in her right hand dissipated and Xepher’s eyes returned to normal. “H-h-Greetings, Sylvy. I’m a little worn out sorry about that.” She’d look around, notice Dayan and his servant and nod to them. “About Ragnarok I have the papers for that so don’t start interrogating me right away.”
Sylvia withdrew her hand, shaking it and rubbing it against her pants. “Interrogation is my job, Xepher. But not now. Show me later,” she muttered quietly, before standing up and extending her unmarked hand towards Dayan, offering a handshake. “Pharoah. I apologize for this. It must seem strange, but I assure you that all is, in fact, well. I do hope your travel back to Daemonheim went smoothly.” She turned her eyes towards Xepher. “As soon as my colleague picks herself off the ground, I’ll be more than happy to introduce her.”
Dayan would return the gesture. “Yes it went as well as it could be. And I assure you, my crew and I are happy to be here on thi..” Unfortunately at that same moment, a loud thud was heard behind Dayan. Upon turning around he found that his servant dropped the chest and was running back to the boat yelling “WEREWOLF!”. Dayan now embarrassed looked back at Sylvia & Xepher. “My deepest apologies, I did not know he had a fear of werewolves.” It would appear the servant fainted before reaching the boat.
I swear, I get stuck with the odd ones.
Dayan looked towards Sylvia, “Anywho, shall we get to business?” Dayan would quickly grab the chest.
