Rise from Ruin

"They're right to fear us, more so now than ever before." Archebold replied casually, almost boastfully as he grinned at Wessex and began to observe the room. Walking stick given a tic toc motion as an arm of a clock would. "The price is grave, pending who you ask...but the end result leaves little debate. We're the top of the food chain, unchained and free to hunt and exist as nature would allow us. I can't imagine those who are from my world will be thrilled with this knowledge...pity." The ivory stick continued to sway as he turned to acknowledge Wessex's next set of questions. "Archebold..." A sway of his arm and a bow of formality given under the presence of such grace and strength. "As for what it is I want..." His voice trailed off as he took easy strides toward a window, peeking through the broken opening. "I want what is owed to me...what is owed to us." Turning to Wessex he'd smile in complete absolution. "I want everything." archebold Death is not a defeat. It is a cure.