[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjExNi40ZjI0OGEuUzNseVlYTWdRbXhsWVd0M1lYUmxjZywsLjAAAAAA/better-get-ready.regular.png[/img] Interactions: Holy Templar [@Ashevelendar][/center] 5AM wasn't an unusual time for Kyras to be awake, nor was his perch atop one of the many rooftops of the building that constituted the fear Mage Prison known as the Citadel. From behind his steel mask, he watched the night pass in peaceful solitude, uncaring of the happens below him until a series of flashes caught his attention from the courtyard below him. He look towards the place that they came from, to see the silhouette of man with a small mirror in one hand and a piece of glass in the other. Using the glass to magnify the natural moonlight and reflecting it off of the mirror, the figure used the flashes of light to call the assassin over to him. Pushing himself onto his feet, the assassin known as the Steel Hawk secured his unique longbow onto his back, adjusting the quiver at his hip shortly after before placing his hand on the precipice of the rooftop and swinging his weight over the ledge. With a quick glance below him, he released his grip to fall onto the stone wall of the small balcony below. Taking a few short steps, he leapt from the balcony, parallel to the wall of the building. Tossing a barbed hook as he fell, the grappling line secure itself to a barred window for long enough for him to swing across to another adjacent roof, this time several stories closer the ground. Shaking the hook free of its anchoring point, he took off running again as he got closer to the man that had summoned him. With one last leap, he landed on low, slanted roof and used his momentum to slide towards the edge, pushing himself off and landing with a quiet thud. Standing up straight, Kyras recognised the gaudy golden armour of the Holy Templar standing in front of him and his eyes narrowed in distaste. His scrutinising gaze passed to the man's face and he recoiled by a tiny amount, as if the look had struck him physically. Nonetheless, He recovered quickly and put up a stoic facade as he addressed the assassin. [color=red]"Assassin, His Holiness Gregory Ascended Templar Markovic requested your presence in his office. I've been tasked with collecting you and escorting you to him. Conduct yourself in an appropriate manner, and we'll be on our way."[/color] A small scowl made its way onto his face as the Templar spoke, the man's holier-than-thou attitude quickly worming its way onto Kyras' list of distastes, but he held an even, if not cold, tone as he replied. [color=darkorchid]"Let's go then, I'd rather not stand here wasting time."[/color] The Templar merely grunted in response as he began to walk away, Kyras turning to follow. As he drew closer to the tower holding the Ascended Templar's office, he took a second to watch the congregation of golden-armoured Holy Templars that were ever-present at its base. Some of the younger ones glared back with open hostility, and the older, wiser ones barely gave him a passing glance, used to his presence despite his reputation. His dark grey eyes soon turned to other arrivals to the tower, no doubt by request of the Ascended Templar as well. It was with great interest that they took in the sight of the Magi, muzzled and chained to ensure their obedience. Just what was he being called in for? Kyras had a distinct feeling that this contract was going to be... interesting. But as long as he gets his pay, he didn't really care what the job was, provided he got through it alive...