Taris listened intently. Something still seemed off. They’d need some idea about where Aera was first, to begin their search once the ward was gone. He frowned in thought, unless the Kartaians’ lair was nearby, they’d likely need an informant in the city. The assassin brought a hand to his face, all this was giving him a headache.

At least his skin seemed to be healing up quickly, another night’s sleep should see him healed. But his eyes were another matter. Everything was blurs still. Even after the healing powder in the bath, Taris could only hope he’d get full use of his eyes. His magic was even tapped out trying to heal them, already. The Shadow Elf tried to focus a little more on the dark elf across the room, before the pain caused him to fall back onto the bed.

He turned his head back in Envy’s direction, keeping his eyes closed. “We need a plan. We need to heal. We need to know where they are. I need to know more about your kind. And yes Envy, I know you distance yourself from them, but they remain your kin. And you need to realize, to get her back safely, I will kill everyone there. So I hope that ‘sibling hatred’ is mutual, my friend.”

He sank deep into thought. Something nagged at the back of his mind. That tingle the other night, after Aera had left. It made sense to him now, he'd felt them in the shadows. He felt guilty. He never should have let her leave. Moreover, he should have just killed that bastard Kentaro, instead of letting his ego get in the way. He could have protected her. The assassin growled and the darkness crawled out from under his bed, swirling around his hands.

Far off in the castle, his daggers flashed, and the black of the blades pulsed. Slowly, the blackness shifted, tearing away from the blades leaving them completely silver for a moment, before settling over them. The shadow pulsed once, and dissolved, leaving nothing.

Taris held his arms out the shadows swirling faster. There was a thump that was more felt than heard, and Taris was holding his blades. “Hello my angels,” He whispered, and the blades seemed to hum in his hands. “We’re going to spill much blood, soon.” At his words the blades gave off a singing sounds, as if they themselves were happy. Taris had a thought, “There will likely be many of them, dozens I’m guessing, and I don’t want to take any chances getting Aera out. Do you know anybody else who can fight? Like that one you sent to look in my head?” He grimaced at the memory, “What about him? Can he fight?"