Ghostly Arrival

Azrael simply sat by, watching and waiting. He had no horse in this race; no stake for him to defend. He was amicable with Absinth, though the two had shared minimal interaction thus far, and he was equally a stranger to this Melanth or Helonia, whoever was speaking through the vessel currently. He knew only of her hunting prowess, but nothing of her character or her past. At least not enough to be vocal in her aid. For now, he would sit by and watch the interaction between the sisters unfold. If Absinth needed his assistance, he would offer it. But otherwise, he solely bore witness to what the faes had to say to one another, his gaze lingering on Melanth's ruby eyes when she looked his way. She was rather pretty though... It would be a terrible waste if Absinth chose to kill her.

"Azrael Saxe"