#aymeric 02

Long has it been since he had arrived in Hive City. And yet, there were so few steps taken to ensure the summoning of his Lord. King Thordan of the first. It constantly slipped his mind like water running through your hands. And it was something he felt a shame to feel. But thats the end of it, without the active prompting of others... 

It was a thought that constantly slipped his mind. thats the truth of it. 

The church was empty when he slips in, the clanking of armour was evident with each step he took, causing the sound to echo loudly. 

Why... did he feel as if he was on the verge of remembering something. Aymeric presence, without fault would have triggered something in his mind.  

 And so he had found himself staring, not at her fury Halone. But rather at the image of king Thordan, that was put behind the statue... 

 “....”

 “Tis fitting I move this statue to the front, what do you think of it. Lord Commander?”

And so it was with this he found himself in these upper levels--it was a simple matter of getting on the good side of the locals. Mill around, look natural, gain intel, work accordingly. 

He’d just gotten done chatting with a worker at a laboratory seeing him out as he saw a familiar face pass around--not one from his own world, but one from here.

“Greetings! I didn’t expect to see you here; we met while the city was still...under construction, did we not?” he hailed to the man once he waved the scientist off, still as cordial as ever. “I never got a chance to thank you, I believe.”