CIAN
the eye
"Perhaps..I've always known the children of Mort to be a bit..." The Eye frowns. Philosophical? Out there? Stuck up their own asses? Vaguely Cian shrugs into the silence. "..unpredictable." He decides at last. "I believe it was Finn who went to meet with her. Perhaps you could debrief with him and see what you make of his report." So saying the Eye slid Delphia's file across to Dorian. He'd let the Orator make his own conclusions.
Leaning back, Cian lets his chair swivel so that he can look out the window behind his desk.
"It's coming." He says. Many sat in this seat before him, awaiting a war they wouldn't see in their lifetimes. But now, under his watchful eye, the fall of the Voice would come.
Leaning back, Cian lets his chair swivel so that he can look out the window behind his desk.
"It's coming." He says. Many sat in this seat before him, awaiting a war they wouldn't see in their lifetimes. But now, under his watchful eye, the fall of the Voice would come.
