[i][b]Now Playing:[/b][/i] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEeEz-O7vwE]Temporal Spire[/url]

Upon exiting the Gummi Ship, Asher took a moment to marvel at his new surroundings. The Palace of Blachernae was a sight to take in. He definitely considered it a far cry from the murky streets of London. Reluctantly, the young rogue shifted his focus unto the group of people nearby. Just by looking at each individual, he could tell that, like himself, all came from different walks of life. Some were finely dressed and oozed that type of confidence only people wearing such garb could bolster. There were others, however, that very much seemed like they had undertaken their own hefty amount of hardship. Hell, there was a man that looked like he had just been sprung from prison and a girl with a raptor. If those two didn’t scream, “I’ve been through some shit”, Asher didn’t know any better examples. Upon meeting the welcoming party in the form of Girogios, Damianos, and a few other guardsmen, Asher couldn’t help but get a Royal Guard vibe from these fellows. They were soon escorted within the confines of the palace, leading to what he assumed could only be the throne room. As they walked, he heard two of their party members introduce themselves; Georgia the raptor tamer, and Harris Dione, whom seemed like an intellectual bookworm type at first glance. While he in turn would have loved to continue with the banter, his line of work made him lean more towards staying cautious and not dropping his name too soon, or to just anyone either. He hid in the shadows for a living, after all. 

Two regal individuals, identifying themselves as Michael XIII Sideros and Maria d’ Italia, as well as a figure clad in black stood before him. Little did he know that this was merely the introduction of a very long, purposeful recollection the worlds’ “Original History”. This divulgence of information didn’t really surprise Asher. He recalled reading a similar retelling of this history back in his youth, but the way that thread was spun, it was more of a myth than reality. Not even the surveillance of his actions worried him. It was only natural for clients to keep tabs on the people they were hiring. The main things that caught his attention were the outbursts and questions cast by his alleged partners in this assignment. While the idea of also requesting a surplus of riches was appealing, the sudden talk of a set of masks belonging to [i]the[/i] Arsene Lupin got his thief blood pumping. In his world, Arsene is a legendary individual. No one knows exactly if he still walks this, or HIS earth specifically, to this day, but to have the sudden knowledge that one of his treasured belongings was out there made him reasonably giddy. 

“Hehe...now you’re speaking my language!” Asher approaches the sharply dressed individual. He habitually takes out his Coin of Fate, and begins rolling it across the knuckles of his right hand. “If you’ve got some sort of stake in [i]the[/i] Arsene Lupin...well, I’d be more than willing to take a gamble on you, kiddo.” He catches the coin between his thumb and index finger, it facing towards Noel with the heads side. He gently places his free hand on the boy’s shoulder and leans in to whisper, “[i]I can tell you seem reluctant about all of this, but, why don’t we see what Lady Luck has in store for aspiring thieves like us, hm[/i]?” Without waiting for a response, Asher simply turns and walks back to where he was originally standing amidst the group, casually flipping the Coin of Fate until he reaches his intended stopping point.