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[color=c4df9b][h2][center]O'Ner Faister [/center][/h2][/color]

O'Ner still had his gaze elsewhere, Looking towards the wall across form him. He was in no mood for being ridiculed in front of the demi-humans and other races in the brothel. So he was going to have to put up with it for the time being, Taking one of the glasses filled with the dark purple drink. Swirling the content around for a few moments before taking a sip form it, Even though he would not be affected by the alcoholic drink. Ignoring the dancers that seemed to start crowding around him, Once in a while sipping his drink before listening to Xenelith.

"They will all parish regardless of their efforts, Once we ahead to this ball what is the first plan of action we should take?" He asked wondering what they were going to do once they get there. Personally he was hoping to collect information on the rebels, Using his shapeshifting abilities. However he knew that someone like Umber and Azriel would just kill everyone without a second thought, They are as pea brained as he thought, Killing first and or their incompetency getting in the way of Arklenroth's goals.

His attention moving towards the dancer that he had gained attention form before, Placing his cold boney hand to her face. Admiring it for a moment before letting go of her face. "Such beauty is wasted on such fragile flesh" His voice was soft and low for her to hear him. How jealous he was that he does not have flesh, His desire to become human again seemed to be consuming his mind as time passed. For the longest time he was searching for someway to join the living, Secretly sending scouts and his minions to search but no results came form it.