10-25-2014, 09:10 AM
Luckily for them, there was an individual, a priest of the clerics regular that guarded the entrance to the Regus's office. The man rounded a corner, having returned from a brief interlude to what was effectively a workspace desk area nearby. He wasn't a literal guard, of course. He wore the traditional black cassock of clerics with a standing white collar about his neck, but unlike the modified one worn by their leader, his robe fell fully to the floor. He appeared footless as he came to greet Aria and Nox.
He was Father Firas Boshoven, one of the individuals, and in this case, a religious cleric, who directly served the Regus. He was in his late 40's and therefore significantly older than both Aria and Nox, but he was not proud, nor did he think himself above the younger members of the Atharim. After all, if one were to examine his arm, no tattoo would be found.
"Aria," he greeted her softly and fondly. It was not his place to judge, therefore he certainly did not fear her. Following, he clasped his hands behind his back and turned to her companion. "The door informed me of your arrival, Mister Durante." Father Boshoven spoke with a thick Dutch accent, and he was just as warm in greeting him as he had Aria.
"What may I do for you, today Aria?"
He was Father Firas Boshoven, one of the individuals, and in this case, a religious cleric, who directly served the Regus. He was in his late 40's and therefore significantly older than both Aria and Nox, but he was not proud, nor did he think himself above the younger members of the Atharim. After all, if one were to examine his arm, no tattoo would be found.
"Aria," he greeted her softly and fondly. It was not his place to judge, therefore he certainly did not fear her. Following, he clasped his hands behind his back and turned to her companion. "The door informed me of your arrival, Mister Durante." Father Boshoven spoke with a thick Dutch accent, and he was just as warm in greeting him as he had Aria.
"What may I do for you, today Aria?"