[ Old world - Blackmoon colony ( legally annexed Blackmoon territory) ]
Kieran sat hunched over his desk.
There was a stack of worn, weather stained files spread before him. The ink bled faintly at the edges from old dampness, and his eyes skimmed over them without really seeing.They were files from Skarthheim and other smaller Old world packs!
His other hand toyed absent mindedly with a dull, palm sized crimson stone…its surface was smooth on one side, jagged on the other…his eyes were strained but unfocused, his thoughts grazing on darker plains.
The steady scrape of stone against his palm aiding his brooding ceremony was broken by a sudden, unceremonious slam of the door.
Dax barged in without knocking.
His breathing was uneven, the urgency on his face was sharp enough to cut through the thick stillness in the room.
