The Heartwood of ash and silence

If he could’ve, Cry would have rubbed his temples. He wasn’t prepared for this kind of news, but as all Assassins were, he had to atleast seem prepared. Andin a way, he possible had this plan set aside, all along.

”Got someone to go collect, then gonna make plans to camp out in Shadewood. Gonna figure out where to go from there.” There was no point in hiding it. His debt to Slade was over, apparently. And though he didn’t have a confirmed kill, he felt as though his search was either going to lead to a dead end or a dead body, either way. And Gwen...he had to make sure she was safe. He hadn’t seen Raziel since the dispersement of the Noctistador Bypass, and he was slightly jarred about the loss of a slightly closer associate. But most emportantly, he was concerned for Gwen. Something much more special was holding him to her, and the shadowy male was stuck in a limbo trying to figure out what it was.

”Where you taking this Bloodline of yours?”