The half-elf's breath caught when Daeman embraced him, stiffening. He glanced at her over his shoulder when she apologized, his gray eyes full of something akin to wonder. "Come with me," he said, more of a statement than a question. "Cain will go easier on us if there's more than one." Atticus stepped forward then, pulling the door open quickly. Cain did not like to be kept waiting.


Cain sighed to himself, giving Veata's heartstone a slight tug on it's chain. She would do as he asked, though she seemed . . . different recently. The guild leader turned to the door upon hearing quiet footsteps approach - Atticus. Cain was facing the door when a light knock sounded through the room, and the door opened silently.
"Enter quickly," the tall man hissed, clasping his hands behind his back. "I don't have time for hesitation or dilly dallying."
Cain's blue-green eyes settled on the woman that followed the assassin, and he sighed to himself. "Why is she here, Atticus? When I call for you, I don't want to see all of your companions."

((And now I wait to see if Dae followed Atticus . . . though I know she most likely did. ;)))