darkly, darkly

The response he received was no different than what he imagined he would have done in the same position. They needed to patrol now more than ever, if only for the possibility of finding one of theirs gone astray, but also to keep prying eyes away. Curious eyes, at that. And so in brief he did understand, the nod that came naturally to come did more than express the look that had come to his eye. He would see to it, one way or another, that things were taken care of in Dante's absence. Just as he anticipated they would be from Lasher's side as well.

But it was the note that quietly trailed after it that disrupted the plans coming together in his head. A look of confusion dared to cross the stoicism that had set on his countenance, and if it did then it was brief. He found such a statement concerning, but only in regards to the fact that he and Harlyn had only been dispatched the Caldera's borders some few weeks ago with good tidings. The drastic change outside his realm of knowledge put him off, and he could not help but indirectly inquire: "Are we expecting trouble from the Caldera as well?"

Admittedly, he knew he had not been as involved with the Plateau as he could have been. And in truth he had never anticipated lingering there for as long as he had. But like many plans come into fruition, they either went to flower or to rot; there was no in-between. If something had brewed between his visit to the Caldera and now, he was oblivious about its nature.