[h3]Leon Hyksos[/h3][hr]

A glimpse.

A glimpse of a tragedy befalls the land. 

It was vague, It was dark. It was unclear. And yet it feels like i'm standing in someone's presence; being choked and held captive as its audience. 

A monstrous shadow towers over me, and yet i can't move an inch no matter how i tried.

I was a reluctant observer at a horror show. 

I can hear its purr, and feel its gaze. It's murderous intent. It's like an artist sculpting their artwork of carnage, splattering its victims' blood everywhere on the canvas of the battlefield.Commanding the shadow made from its enemy's corpses.

The last thing I heard was its bloodcurdling roar, a warcry for destruction...

Leon abruptly wakes up and bolted off his bed. The fae was soaked in his sweat, realizing it was all a bad dream.

I can't remember the last time i have a dream like that. Was that a premonition? or just a nightmare. I hope it's the latter.

It seems this city truly is the hometown of the magus(s), the leylines here are more potent of magecraft and mostly equivalent to the ones back at Ithaca. 

[color=00a651]"Gods, why did i ever take this job."[/color] Leon mutter, briefly caressing the broken part of his pointy ears.

Leon gets off his bed, grabs his invitation, and heads toward the Eon tower.

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[b]Present time, Eon tower.[/b]

Unknown to anyone that notices his presence. Leon was already at the tower when the other reavers arrived. The hooded fae was sharpening his knives while quietly eavesdropping on the other's exchange of introductions nearby.

He was like this wallflower archetype at a party, that silent kid that watches from a distance that never interacts unless spoken to. Playing off the mysterious and silent trope which is kinda borderline creepy if you really think about it.

From the two greenhorn witches that flew over, the shehulk with the feral familiar, the peculiar riffraff human, the two fae lovers, and the caped alchemist that appeared out of a fancy carriage. He was there. Listening, gathering little information he can get, remembering their names and briefly taking a glance at them with his deadpan eyes.

Being a student of espermancy and a master of espionage, deciphering people based on his observation is like second nature to the rogue fae. 

Everything was up to par with these colorful people. Some are more eccentric than others. Some are more dignified. which is tolerable..

Well except for his fellow fae kind that was oogling and stealing glances over the opposite sex in front of him the moment he got here. Leon was right on the money every time his eyes wanders off. As if he was peeping along with him! I can almost hear his impure thoughts the longer I observe him. And I don't even have telepathy!

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What a terrible day of having the gift of predicting one's movements[/i]. The psionic fae's face darken and regretted ever examining Lanus's perving out. 

The hooded fae remained silent and continue to sharpen his tools like nothing happened.