Glancing up at the Tower rather than the woman newly arrived at his side, Dorian's gaze takes on a calculating edge. "Ah, the Tower." He muses as if pondering an intricate puzzle. "The old leadership erected this rather phallic symbol of their strength and ever since it seems every opponent of Stormbreak has been trying to knock it down." He remarks, his tone tinged with wry amusement as his fingers graze the cool surface of the dark stone before penetrating its solidity, a subtle display of his power. Drawing his hand back, he turns his attention to Dahlia with a predatory smile that ignites the blue intensity of his eyes.
"You know, I think we absolutely shall. Stormbreak has stretched itself thin offering aid to Halo and Torchline." He mutters, shaking his head as if disappointed in the regrettable choices made by a very young child and the consequences that must necessarily follow.
"Have you any interest in wearing a crown? Or would you see that novelty go to one of the others?"
"You know, I think we absolutely shall. Stormbreak has stretched itself thin offering aid to Halo and Torchline." He mutters, shaking his head as if disappointed in the regrettable choices made by a very young child and the consequences that must necessarily follow.
"Have you any interest in wearing a crown? Or would you see that novelty go to one of the others?"
He'll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
it took you a lifetime to destroy
