[center][h3][b][color=1CE678]Kean Jossun[/color][/b][/h3]
[img]https://image.ibb.co/dVjYcx/kean_face_3.png[/img][/center][hr]Kean had felt eyes on him, yet it wasn’t until Susan spoke that he became conscious of how he must look. They weren’t loud words, but to Kean they were a whip-crack; it reminded him of a tired mother and wits' end. He smiled sheepishly and shrugged, mumbling under his breath something akin to, [color=1CE678]“just wanted to make sure it worked.”[/color] But he had known it would work, he had felt the connection. It had simply been him giving into the temptation to pull on the power of the artefact. At the time it was not something Kean even thought about resisting. He looked down at his feet, twisting the toes of one into the ground.

[color=1CE678][i]Return.[/i][/color]

The cat collapsed into that same billowing green, losing all form in an instant. It trailed back into the amulet, as if sucked by some great pair of invisible bellows. The emerald hues returned to the charm as it hung about Kean’s neck. He clutched the amulet and shut his eyes, swaying gently. What he was thinking was a mystery.

Glass smashed, rousing him. The vision of Sue and her blue-steel staff met his rapidly calming gaze. It was not that he hadn’t heard of the Hounds of Eon – some families he’d helped had even asked if he was one of their number – but he’d never seen any of them, and the disparity between the Lady Diamenthia he envisioned and the haggard woman who stood before him were enough to keep him from connecting the parallels. 

Everyone seemed to have selected an artefact now, since they’d stopped perusing, though some were more visible than others and – Wait a moment. Had their numbers grown yet again? It seemed so. Kean rubbed his eyes and yawned. Rest could not come soon enough.

According to the Emperor, however, it would have to wait. After he left, Kean stretched his arms towards the heavens, arching his body backwards to yield satisfying cracking sounds. He sighed, wiped a hand across his grimy face, and turned to the others. Immediately the frayed seams of their patchwork group began to show. Despite the imposing nature of the Templar, Kean couldn’t help but chuckle at the Orc’s words.

[color=1CE678]“You have bigger balls than I ever will!”[/color] he went to slap her on the shoulder, thought better of it, and ended up frowning at his own outstretched arm for a few seconds, before slowly reigning it in to scratch the scruff that passed for his beard.

When he spoke next, it was more measured,[color=1CE678] “She raises a point though. I wonder if you’re still flesh and blood under all that armour, or did they take that away too?”[/color]