Korvus opened the door and took a step into the tavern. 

His nose twitched as he breathed in the faint musk of wood and smoke. The common area was bustling with discussion and conversation. Wanderers, travelers, and merchants sat among round tables, finding shelter from the storm outside.

[i][b]"Nobody should notice us among this rabble. Looks like little Akriel planned ahead. That is promising. Maybe the brats learned something in the last two years,"[/b][/i] he thought. 

He blew out the candle in his lantern. His hand went up and removed the hood of his cloak, revealing messy brown hair.

He walked up the inn-keeper. "Just a mug of ale please, and I believe Lord Nememiah is expecting me," he said.

The man eyed him curiously and slipped him a mug of brew. He gestured him to follow.

Korvus' eyes widened slightly. A cold shiver went down his spine. [b][i]"After all this time, it looks like it may happen after all,"[/i][/b] he thought.

He was led to a room. He could hear the muffled sounds of conversation. Korvus entered and the inn-keep closed it behind him. 

"Well, it has been some time," Korvus said looking at his old guildmates.

To his right were the Crowley Brothers. Or as he remembered them, the Crowley Thugs. "Darius you certainly improved physically since the last time I've seen you. Has your language improved too? You know the common accent isn't befitting of a Seraph."

He turned his eye to the smaller figure next to him. "And Oswald, you are as lithe as ever," he remarked.

He turned toward his left to the figure in white. "And Zen. Your expression and stance just beams with negativity. It has been two years since we've last seen each other. Cheer up! Be positive, you are after all among your last comrades."

He noticed one more figure sleeping in a bag next to the wall. Korvus' attention however moved to the two figures standing in the back of the room.

The two that were the center of this insurrection, and the only reason Korvus returned.

His face was stern as he regarded the man. "Akriel, " he said stiffly before turning to the young woman next to him.

Korvus smiled and his expression softened." Your grace, milady Queen Azrael. It is an honor to be in your presence," he said then he bowed in the traditional Vualranur manner.