[center][H3][color=f26522]Tilnak The Purifier[/color][/h3] [color=f26522]Location[/color]: inside The Tower [color=f26522]Interactions[/color]: [@AzureKnight], [color=f26522]Mentions[/color]:[@Enkryption] [/center] [hr][hr] Tilnak turned to see a familiar carry the strange one back to the ground as another stepped out of the main door. Tilting his head quizzically to the side he listened to what they had to say but waited for some of the others to begin walking inside before he began to move as well. His steps were slow and quiet just as he normally was. These veterans had a different air and feeling about them, one that radiated power and commanded respect. A small crimson pool on the floor caught his attention as they walked, he began pulling the bloody puddles and drips into a small red orb in his palm. He paid no heed to the man that disregarded them or the intricate architecture. Sure, it was nice he guessed but it wasn’t a forest, it wasn’t natural even with parts of it being natural. just like this city, it wasn’t home. Another man introduced himself to them as their leader, he seemed like a good man and slightly reminded hi of the old man that raised him. An air of wisdom surrounded him. The introduction was short and to the point. Tilnak did not believe that he needed any extra equipment, he had his staff, his small seeds and things, and his cloak. There wasn’t much else he knew that he would need. So, his response was simple. Using the small amount of blood, he had picked up from his team member he formed the red liquid into words for a moment before pulling it back into the small orb he had it in before. [color=f26522]“When do we start?”[/color]