Session Start: Mon Mar 13 00:00:00 2017
Session Ident: #Aeons_Asylum

<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> Antol walks about the halls of the asylum, his 7 foot frame peering around corners as if looking for something. His skin inside looks light blue, and when the moonlight hits it, it glows softly. His pointed ears twitch now and then and he openly wears a sword on his hip.

<@Death> °¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° was in the training room that was over by a window, peering out seemingly at nothing, as he stood to the side of it. He seemed lost in thought, perhaps, or just taking in the scene around for collective details.

<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> Antol finally spots what he was looking for and walks in slowly, glancing out of the window as well before looking down at Talwar. “Excuse me?”

<@Death> °¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° gave no indictation that someone was there at first but he knew. It was hard to miss something 7 feet tall lumbering around, even if graceful. “How may I be of service?”

<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> Antol smiles faintly, and the strange tattos on his face seem to glow softly when he does. “Echo, my packmate, heard singing earlier and was rather fascinated by it… upon investigation it turns out to be a young woman that Zaluut says you brought here. We were curious as to your intentions on her.”

<@Death> °¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° turns and looks up at Antol. “I brought her here because she knows about the cult we are facing and a way to call the creature that a former Tzimisce made and send it away. It is done with singing and she is rather gifted with a pleasant and strong voice. I have no claims to her, however, at least I do not think so.”

<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> Antol nods, tilting his head as he observes Talwar. “Well then perhaps it is best if we wait until you are sure you have what information you need before Embracing her, in case she does not survive. Echo was stamping her feet a bit about it to be honest, but i am not the kind to take something that does not belong to me if I can avoid it.”

<@Death> °¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “Has she agreed to such an embrace? If it is her wish, I will release her to you, but she is to still assist us in the future with this scenario.”

<@Death> °¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “I was debating on taking her myself but being like me may be opposite her nature.”

<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> Antol listens and then nods. “We have not had the chance to speak to her directly. Echo is a Daughter of Cacaphony though, so you can imagine her interest.”

<@Death> °¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “She may fit best with Echo. You have my permission to speak with her, both of you, and then I will talk to her and see what she chooses after. Is this fair to both of you?”

<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> Antol bows his head, his hand always resting on the pommel of the sword on his hip. “Thank you. I will go speak with Echo about it.”

<@Death> °¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° nods. “You are welcome. Be well, Antol.”

<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> Antol smiles again as he nods. “You as well, Talwar.”, with that he turns and leaves.

<@Death> °¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° goes back to being a master meditator or zoner. ~

Session Close: Tue Mar 14 00:00:00 2017