Resourceful, aren't you, Violet Dawn?

[ShadowRose]

The trip to the known Violet Dawn compound had been quick and efficient, proving to use little of his very valuable time in closing the distance between it and the bustling city of Myrken Town.

Donned in a low-hanging cowl, the strange visitor would simply wait, and effortlessly blend in while trying to discern information; to whom a message would be left and who would take care of it with the utmost import. Finally, that person would be found, a wise and older gentleman with pristine blue eyes.

With a fully functional voice, bestowed upon him for just this occasion, he offered simple, but precisely meaningful words, "I have a message for master SinVraal. And I will not leave until I am able to deliver it personally to him." Just a pause in essence to deliver intonations colder than the approaching winter itself:

"Let me assure you that I can be a very, very unruly guest."

[SinVraal]

A minute passed, then five, and perhaps ten and even more as the members of the Violet Dawn went about their daily routine. Even with the advent of autumn the garden yet bore plentiful vegetables for their tables in answer to prayers that were more often smiled and savored than cajoled and wrung. For many, who desired only a simple life, it was enough to tend to the fields with a humble strength, spared in reflection of the rude stranger who appeared and demanded and threatened. He threatened those who no longer knew fear.

Yet he sought out their guru. With more smiles and private nods of their heads, the farmers turned their thoughts inward, outward, to the united rhythm of their hearts that beat only for the Violet Dawn. The cool sunlight glistened on their dew-drop sweat and the dark circles that adorn their foreheads.

It was only a quiet heartbeat later when a stranger made his presence known with the gentle crunch of tilled earth beneath a soft boot.

"I assure you brother," a pale countenance bore thin lips and served as a home for deep-set, obsidian eyes framing an aquiline nose. A simple white, cotton shirt hugged a lean frame while black clung to his extremities and legs that painted him in contrasting extremes. A slow smile uncoiled across the length of painfully slender lips while he cocked his head aside, studying the stranger while the tilt of his head allowed a captive ebony ponytail to brush across a dark cloak draped over one shoulder.

"That we are the unwelcome guests in Myrken Wood. And for no ill that we have done." With each syllable his feet fell in a ghostly rhythm behind it, off-beat and pacing their words as he drifted in a slow, loose circle about the message-bearer.

"But," he purred in a resonant voice. "There is no need for such crude boldness, brother. Not among us." Hands sheathed in taut leather clasped at the small of his back as he paused beside this stranger, angling his visage once more to gaze squarely upon this new arrival. With the tilt of his head every farmer did likewise, at one heartbeat, angle their eyes and tanned, weathered features towards this one who trumpeted and demanded things of them. Calloused knuckles wound tighter about hafted, sharpened farming implements.

"For what reason do you seek me?"

[ShadowRose]

The eyes of the strange guest never wavered, didn't blink, so cold and grey were these eyes; things that had seen many a horror. With the subtle dip of fingers into a pouch at his hip, he produced a tiny object, one that, with a whisper of an arcane word, blossomed, splitting from the middle. The center of it glowed a soft blue, and the small orb inside rose, suspended eerily.

And with each syllable uttered, having been recorded just hours before, the orb flickered with life, spewing forward a voice familiar.

"Ah, SinVraal. It is my displeasure that we had met so briefly within the walls of the Broken Dagger not so long ago. Perhaps, you may or may not remember me, or my name. For politeness sake, I shall re-introduce myself.. the name is Alessandra Demarest. And I wish to speak with you. In person. About the state of Myrken Wood, about us. Send with my messenger a time, place and date, and I shall be there. We have much to discuss. I bid you well."

And with that, the arcane object crumbled into a fine dust, leaving the man who had held it to cross arms over his chest.

Waiting.

[SinVraal]

His eyes flickered with the familiar voice's words for him, emerging from a soft, subtle magic. His grin blossomed fully, parted fingers framing slender lips as thoughts upon thoughts raced for his attention within the coils of his mind. Fate, he mused, was ever so kind.

"Yes, I believe that such a meeting would benefit us both," he murmured. With the smile of a tattle-tale, he leaned in and whispered the time and location to this messenger, allowing his mouth to touch upon the cloaked servant's ear.

He lingered a moment, exhaling a sweet-scented breath, before withdrawing a single pace before the length of his arms crossed across a white-clad chest. A pale chin ducked between the open collar.

There would always be another dawn.

[ShadowRose]

And with the collection of information, the strange guest would simply leave, making it safely home and to his mistress.

A very, very -happy- mistress.