The Keepers of Chaos: A Vault of Hell

Herod Westwood: CXXXV

At Stake: CXXXV

Herod tried his best to not step on Riu's toes. He looked away, not out of embarrassment but because he was too busy scouting ahead.

*"What opening are we looking for?"* He sent her a message. Across the room, he could just see a sea of stuck-up people dancing like their lives weren't at risk. Granted they had no idea, but regardless they looked a tad bit funny. Though who was he to judge?

'Don't eat anything!' Vulity reminded him. Good thinking.. She had been rather quiet for the past few days since.. Well.. that happened. He wondered if his powers were threatened.. No. Right now was not the time to worry about that. He took a deep breath and simply continued placing one foot in front of the other.

*"Isn't it Markos?"* Riu replied, the psychic connection was so very useful.

'You're very welcome!' Vulity said happily. She had recommended the cantrip.

*" He's just a distraction, I mean who are we looking at to.. Ya know."* He felt nervous about all of this. They needed someone to follow or else they'd be searching the villa grounds for hours; looking for that room. *"The Nelius kid.. Amalia was talking to, she panicked when he came around. I think he's important. We latch on to him."*

"Vulity.. You find him?" Herod mused in a small whisper, Psychic talk only worked one way with his friend. Sure his thoughts could make use but not fully.

'What do I look like?' Vulity chastized. He grinned.

"Not sure, I was thinking like a fox girl with blonde hair." He felt Vulity roll her eyes at that. The song changed quickly to something deeper. Victoro and Amalia took to the floor, for a brief moment he connected gazes with Victoro, the lord of the house. Lord Cassalanter was a sturdy man with a long well kept pointed beard, his eyes were pale green eyes that looked a sickly yellow. His skin was darker than Amalia's. Despite his warm and overt nature above, his eyes were cold even more so than his wife. Herod twisted away not wishing to look at the half-elf any longer. He found Markos in the crowd dancing with Adleth.

The plan was simple, distract the general area, track down one person to lead them to the grounds of the ritual. Kill everyone, save the day! His only curiosity was why all these nobles were here, wouldn't they just end up as witnesses? Did the family really intend to kill every single noble?

"Ah!" Riu jumped. He snapped back to attention realizing he'd just stepped on her toe. She glared at him angrily. Herod shrugged and took a step back.

"Sorry." He offered.

"Just be careful." The Aasimar whispered, her fingers were fidgeting on his jacket. Nervously picking at his new cape. "Do you.. How many do you think they.. Have?" Her voice was low and soft, he reached out brushing a hair aside. He wasn't great at the whole comfortnig people.

"First of all.. This cape was expensive." He smiled. "Second, It won't matter.. We've got this.. No matter how many they throw at us." He assured her. 'Alright Herod, spell time..' He thought taking a long meditative wind. A connection at close range was easy, Riu was standing right in front of him. A connection across the room, with someone he couldn't properly see? That was a truly daunting task.

*"Markos.. We need you to cause a distraction when-"* His concentration was cut off with a tap on his shoulder. Oh for the love of Puderis who could it be now?

"Young man." A deep bellows voice tickled his spine. "You know it's rude to dance with one and stare at another right?" He and Riu stopped in the center of the ballroom. The music seemed to grow distant in the background. Was he caught starin? He squeezed Riu's shoulder trying to steady her breath, they couldnt seem nervous, before he looked over his shoulder. Finding himself face to face with Victoro Casslanter. For the briefest of seconds, Herod thought he may stumble over his words. But he collected himself quickly.