Russel and Hadhen arrived first, both clad in the light armor Envy had taught them to make. A strange leather creation that he'd worked and tricked into being completely silent while giving them at least a decent amount of protection. He was dressed in his old Kartaian armor, black leather that was savagely cut and sew together. With a nod at them, they waited in silence for Taris to join them. It wasn't long before he did, gliding in, in his strange armor and death in his eyes. 

Envy pressed his lips together. “He never sent word back. And I agree. We're not waiting.” He said curtly, reaching for the black bottle and a small knife. “Hands.” he said irritably. Russel and Hadhen obediently held out their hands, palms up. Envy glared at the Shadow Elf. “I need your blood, assassin.” He took Taris' hand first, making a small slit on the outside of his wrist and squeezed the assassin's arm over the bowl between them, catching the blood. He wiped off the knife and continued with the other two before he got to himself. After, he wiped his bleeding arm against his side and tossed the blade, reaching for the black bottle of potion. Slowly, he poured it into the bowl with their blood and it hissed and steamed. 
When the bottle was drained, he held the bowl up to his lips and took a drink, shuddering against the taste. “Drink it.” He said as he passed the bowl to Hadhen. “And try not to vomit.” Hadhen drank and passed it to Taris.