Talk:Anton Atharm/@comment-26208390-20130822014714/@comment-893709-20130822020444

Anton's tracked the woman as she made her way through the crowd and towards him, her unusual eyes and skin making her stand out even among the relatively exotic members the Broken Covenant tended to attract. Remaining outwardly casual, but inwardly cautious, he assessed the threat from the corner of his eye. Godparent unknown, no visible arms, little room to conceal any others; no, she was too overt, too nonchalant. A head on attack would be suicide, unless she was extremely powerful, and in that case... he would simply take things as they came. "Oh dear" he thought to himself, "Now she's talking to me".

He turned slightly to address her, his tone hard and businesslike, and his right hand casually resting on one of his twin blades.