Ramius Kastagir, the White Raven
Location: Iron Forest

"Well that's just t-" Ramius began sounding rather disappointed, then the ghastly light burning in his eyes - one already fading again - became brighter. "You accept? This must be a lucky day." The tall Revenant sounded downright amazed. He did however gather himself quickly and ran his skeletal fingers through his hair. "Well then. I think for the time being we should agree not to stab each other in the back - be it proverbial or literal, the stabbing I mean." It was strange, trying to work with someone after all these years. Especially another Revenant. The White Raven was still, even in undeath an honorable man - that was a rather strange thing for a Revenant to be. Still, he was no fool. He wouldn't trust Thorn as far as he could kick him. Then again... The two had gotten this far already. Ramius took a step closer to Thorn again and now extended his right hand for a handshake. "I just wish to see Axis being freed of this curse. Since none of the living have managed it... The least I can do for him is this final favor."