Brother Bas nodded as everyone made their pacts and their piece. This wanton band would surely be tested by these Slysari. An adolescent spell-caster, a shadowy marksman, an unemployed spymaster, a rough soldier of The Royal Guard, and a blind servant of The New Order. This would surely make for an odd expedition.

Brother Vas bowed to the Emperor, making his leave as he had no other business to speak of. He should have reminded their Emperor to pay his tithings or come by The First Temple, but he always felt like vomiting in his mouth whenever tried pushing for mere monetary donations. Gods care not for gold or silver.

Brother Vas would in spite of himself take any reward he might receive from this and donate it to the local orphanages and homeless shelters. The New Order would have no need for the money he would procure, and of course the gods would be please with the show of good will and selflessness. It was Brother Vas' place to serve gods, not men.

With a soft strike of his staff cane, Brother Vas left the Emperor's chambers and headed toward the capitol's busy streets. Brother Vas had no issue with the crowded stone and steel roadways, dodging horse-drawn carts as he made his way.