Just perfect!

As Archon lifted his head, it came to his attention that the woman who had approached was blind. This meant little to him. If the woman could find her way to packs, she was already more capable than some, despite her disability. Her level gaze gave off a self-assured aura, furthering Archon's confidence that she was fine.

The woman asked if he would divulge this much to a stranger. Archon blinked.

"Of course. We are strangers, are we not?" Archon asked innocently. "My name is a part of my legacy and this occupation, a part of my pride. I seek to spread knowledge of God abd the power of the Abraxas to all who visit Abaven, while still letting the pack remain otherwise as it was before my arrival."

The woman sat, addressing herself as Nura Abraxas before asking who Archon's sire was. "Amon Abraxas if my sire. And from who do you spawn?"