Summit of Influence

The Praetor brute offered a slow nod in agreement, "Perhaps," each syllable drawing out as they rolled off his tonuge. His gaze never left Sephiran's, communicating his commitment to the cause. Aresenn had often found himself crossing paths with his past, but this would be the first time he sought it out purposefully. But of course, if that’s what Sephiran wanted of him, that’s what he would go do. “If you think that’s our best bet,” Aresenn continue, his voice steady and firm, with an underlying current of resolve. As to what he would be going to see, he wasn’t entirely sure. “Should I go at it alone? Or take someone else along?” How did Sephiran want this to look? Like he was visiting his birth pack? Or did he want Rhazien to go for soemthing more formal? Or did he want to avoid contact all together and just merely observe?

"Aresenn Praetor"