Phantom Hollow A Shadow's Mirror

'ello!

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the Informer seemed to have come across a rather interesting meeting. Abraxas had taken to wandering, to watching, perfecting the art of hiding noiselessly in the shadows, merely a ripple in the darkness. blue optics stared from a distance as he watched, gaze that of a dead thing. weight was balanced lightly on his paws, prepared to move at any moment on the off chance he should be noticed. many things had he observed in his little wanderings, however, this seemed the most promising conversation he had seen yet. 

his maw dipped to scent the air, carefully, yet he did not scent anything that he knew. perhaps it would be wise to travel the wilds, to fill himself with knowledge that he could use against others; or perhaps for the Brotherhood. a later task, surely, for now this occupied his attention.