[center][h2]Unrelenting Pursuit[/h2][/center]
[center]Christian Highfell[/center]
[center]Day 1, Brunch time to Early Afternoon[/center]


Information scrolled up one the central screen on the Stormlord’s desk. News feeds from Galendar, nations economic standings, criminal reports, the list continued. A gentle ping at the bottom of the screen made Shard sit up a little from his slump over the desk. The day had been fully uneventful. Looking at the RSVP list for the wedding he smiled; most of the Knights who were here had responded. Urthar’s report had been turned in along with Akime’s and the other Masters. The usual red highlight for Ralrisk’s name was in its proper place. 

Christian’s enigmatic and childish Mistress of Shadows never included a report for anything unless it was dire. It was also probably for the best as she ran her division of Knights much differently than other divisions. Shard doubted he wanted to see some of the reports he was sure she’d have handed him if he’d bothered to pressure her for them. 

Sitting back in the chair Shard picked up a rather large hand and a half sword off the desk and unsheathed it. With practiced hands he began cleaning and giving the sword a new edge. Not that the maintenance was necessary he simply enjoyed cleaning Thunderstruck and Lightningshock. The smaller one handed short sword was still sitting on the desk next to a heft shield made of a polished bronze material. Cloudmantle had already been polished for the day. The weapons were way out of date but in the Lord of Storms hands they could still rend armies. Many had questioned him for keeping the relics as The Ace of Storms and Heart of Storms were more than enough for any situation but Shard simply shrugged them off and continued to maintain the old weapons.

Tapping the ping he squinted at the bio that popped up on the screen. “Why are you sending me…?” Pulling up Sentinel’s visual feed Shard compared the picture on the bio print to the girl standing in the entry hall of the Tower. “What the actual fuck..?” Standing up Shard seized on the Ace of Storms and flickered from the top of the Tower into the entryway a safe distance from Sentinel’s Golem and the red hooded girl. 

“Archive, pull the info we have on this girl and her relatives.” The Archive pinged its response. Stepping around the corner Shard approached the girl. “Good morning miss. What brings you to the Tower of Stars today?”

[@lovely complex]