oedipus

Perhaps this Ganelon fellow was not one to be trifled with, and that was what Syrinx wanted more than anything. He needed and craved someone that could efficiently execute. That was it. Execute--defile what stood against him; non, them. Syrinx, however, was morbidly pleased with this one and he was made quite aware of what was going on. He was...offering silence. Not a damned one had done that so far, and Syrinx immediately took to him. A fondness would grow in his chest and his head would immediately offer a nod--affirmation. Ganelon had done what no other could have managed. Given solely what Syrinx needed to him and impressed him. He ought to have thought himself something special. Hopefully, he did, for it would have made him all the better.

"Syrinx Adravendi. Welcome to Amenti," It was the first that had actually been welcomed to Amenti--and even though there was a slight pleasantry to his tone his facade had not changed and there was still a firm depth to his voice that easily and smoothly resonated. Syrinx could only feel his skin crawl and his hopes grow slightly, "You've come to join?" Syrinx would let this man have the air of secrecy that was due to him. Few would be rewarded a conversation with the red Arkhos--and immediately Syrinx pivoted on his heels--the choice was something to be made quickly, for it were a rather large ordeal to him. "If you wish to swear fealty and dedicte your life to his place--follow." Their conversation would not be over should Syrinx's road be the one the vagabond wanted to follow--but if not; they were done and Syrinx would have to return to contemplating his disappointment in the wolves Alacritis had shown him.