Praetor took a long gulp of the from the bottle then passed it back. "Save the rest, you can drink to my death or the reuniting of my that idiot and Maria." He gave them a wave as he walked away, he almost said goodbye, almost.

With that he entered the night air, he sprinted down the street, finding a broken fire escape he made his way up. With his great agility he had soon moved to leaping along rooftops. He arrived in the lower parts of town soon, he and Lucian had hunted rogues here some nights even saved a couple humans from muggings and murders. However he stood still listening to hum of the city, if a drug nest had been hit, well word moved fast when it came to gangs. He would follow the sounds of death and the smell of blood, Lucian would be made to see reason or he would not live to see Maria alive.

As he neared Lucian spirits began to appear, dozens legionnaires slowly gathered around him as he drew his sword, the French riders returned, with a bundle from his office, neatly polished and cleaned it had been reforged and rebuilt dozens of times, yet know he slowly pulled it on. His chest plate and shield were old comforts, yet the most important peace was his Eagle. The standard of the Legion, it seemed to give him hope and more important it made he feel even stronger. He jumped down, the streets were empty after dark around here, local gangs kept fear instilled yet as he marched towards Lucian he drew his blade. "Lucian, this is your Sire. You will stand down or you shall be brought to your knee's." He spoke with authority, it made you wonder why he didn't lead his own clan.