The Inquisitor

They were hardly kept waiting long before a man emerged from the tree line, moving toward them intently. His coat was more vibrant and ostentatious than that of her master, but still showed this violet hue that Azrael had. Was that a common trait among these Saxe wolves? The man greeted Azreal curly, but by name so they clearly knew one another. Azrael was far more personable it seemed, but it was far from the fist time she had seen a brute be to the point and nothing else. There was a question over whether or not Azrael was here to serve him and of course he assured the Sultan that he was. That was the whole reason they had come up to this inhospitable place, wasn't it? They certainly weren't here for the splendid weather.

Soon she felt Sephiran's gaze land on her, but the slight smirk on her lips never wavered. She held her tongue until Azrael introduced her, calling her his new toy and mentioning the fact that he hadn't been able to bring his previous Sidi with him. "Hola, mi rey, a pleasure to meet you," she added to a low bow when prompted to greet the Sultan. No matter what Azrael might have thought she did intend to be on her best behavior... for now, at least. She was pretty adept at reading the aura of others and she could tell this Sephiran character wouldn't take kindly to her usual sass so she kept that to herself to save for Azrael's ears only later on.

"Mireia"