[i]"What if one is not enough?"[/i]

The voice is blunt and direct, reaching out over the other students. The question came without warning yet it had been on Azverith's mind since the start. He didn't specify of which he was referring but for him it didn't matter, one was never enough.

His fingers rhythmically drum across the desk before him as he sits slouched in his chair and awaits an answer, however his attention is not directed to Mictlantecuhtli but instead the competition that sat around him. His steely fierce gaze glancing around the room from one patron to the next trying to anticipate their personality, their weaknesses and their possessions. Peeling back layers and layers of subtle clues from presumptuous visual indicators and calculations.

Things were better the more of it you had and information was a commodity just like any other and for that reason Azverith's senses and mind were always sharp. It's what made his lineage such good guards, that is, in the underworld at least.