[center][h1][color=00aeef][b]Jakorion Fraustous[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

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Just as the barbaric brute takes a seat, he sees the arrival of another knight. Yet this knight looked very... alien. It was a being unlike anything Jakorion has ever seen. What realm did he come from? Before he tries answering that question, a deep whisper echoes through the hall. The Grand Lich slowly turns from his chair to see a new knight enter the dining room. Darkness almost seem to shroud his entire figure as he takes a seat among the table. Jakorion's eyes glared at him for a few seconds before turning his attention to another figure approaching the table in the form of a young green-haired women. She was a slightly odd fellow, despite her gorgeous beauty and underlining innocence perhaps, but regardless he otherwise pays little attention. He glares at her for a few seconds as well, not muttering a sound, before shifting his soulless eyes towards the wall across him. He didn't even bother to look at 

Several minutes pass before the man who summoned them swirled from the shadows. The fabled Lancelot, as he is called, revealed himself as the one who brought Camelot to her knees and an up-and-coming 'dark lord of this realm'. Standing at seven feet tall and wearing a suit of unholy armor, he was a daunting character to behold while wielding his so-called 'black magic'. Yet Jakorion wasn't frightened or quite impressed with his employer, however he still remained silent and continued listening to him. Perhaps he's tougher than he looks, for he must be in order to behead such a powerful order, a kingdom having stood triumphant as the king of all realms in the entire world. 

The employer continues, mentioning that everyone here is working for him to gain power for his rule. As the frozen brute begins to silently scowl about being a 'team player', Lancelot addresses that very notion and 'accepts' it rather well. As long as they don't halt his progress and jeopardize any of the missions they are sent to, as well as not to simply kill any of the others here because they 'may not like the look of someone else', some may eventually rise of the ranks. For Jakorion, this was fair enough. As long as he and everyone else here respects him as a powerful fighter and adversary, he won't get in anybody's way either. Of course, if someone does, there's no promise in him ripping the aggressor's limbs piece by piece until they are nothing but a head attached to a limbless torso.

Lancelot mentions a mission coming up in two days and while not mentioning any specifics, he does mention that the knights will be split into two groups. Again the Lich hates to work with anyone outside his own tribe, but forces himself to deal with the situation at hand. Then after a few mentions of other miscellaneous things, he simply vanishes, leaving him and the others alone in the dining room. Jakorion remains silent as he looks at the food in front of him. Yet before he considers eating, another man approaches them, an old darkened figure emerges from a recently uncovered staircase and asks if there are any questions.

The Lich had nothing. 

He silently proceeds to feast on the food before him.