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[Armoured Priest]

The lenses widen in suprise at the answer. Oberga even shifted his attention to the girl now. "Oh, you looked like someone I knew and it seems that I was right." Kombuse explained. "Well you can go now, I'm sure that your dad would want you to go back when your done." he said to ther, not sure what sort of father daughter relation there was.

[Prosperan Son]

She smiled once more, but even still there was something more familiar to her than just relations to the Mandori."Alright then mister, enjoy your meal!" She said before running off down the hall. It wasn't until she was halfway gone that an image suddenly resurfaced from the back of the krieger's mind. The nice lady from before appeared at the forefront of Kombuse memories, the same memory of when he and Oberga had united.

[Armoured Priest]

"Nice lady?" Kombuse said even more suprised than when he hear Mandori was her dad. "Arana?" Oberga corrected/echoed Kombuse suprise. Oberga was now wondering what sort of situation prompted the sorceroress for that to happen. Kombuse just looked between his food and the way the girl went, shocked to see something so similar pop up so unexpectantly. "Should we do something?" Kombuse asked oberga. "What do mean mortal?" the daemon asked wondering what he was getting at. He didn't try to peer into kombuse's mind, it just gave him a headache a the best of times. "But the last time we saw her she was alive, wouldn't that be a good thing to tell her?" he asked. He could hear the daemon sigh audiably. "Just sit down and eat, we'll think about it later." he told him a little annoyed. "If anything, we should see if he had anything to do with it." Kombuse heard him growl quietly. "What do you mean?" Kombuse asked obliviously. "Nothing, just eat." he repeated again. Kombuse shrugged and went back inside as the Daemon thinks over possiblilities and how to get more information. "Perhaps muigar has some information to this subject."

[Prosperan Son]

Voices could be heard from down the hall. Mugiar's, the Mandori's, and the little girl's, whose name Kombuse did not know. It was a small universe it seemed. Fate had thrown Kombuse back on a path towards possibly meeting Arana, or so it seemed.

[Armoured Priest]

Kombuse finished his meal rather quickly thanks to his hunger and wide maw which the blue tongue licked around to catch the food that got smeared there. Oberga could hear the voices down the hall and decided. "....Kombuse, we'er going for a walk." Oberga said, willing Kombuse back up from sitting on the bed to standing. "But..Ok." Kombuse complies, setting the empty plate to one side before going out the door by Oberga's will power alone with him along for the ride.

[Prosperan Son]

A pair of servants walked by Kombuse, or Oberga, or whoever the hell it was in charge of his body. One of them stopped at his side. "Can we help, sir?" He asked, politely enough. Everyone knew that Kombuse was new blood.

[Armoured Priest]

"Mandori, Muigar, where?" Oberga simply stated as he kept walking toward where he heard the voices earlier, not minding the other two mortals' presence at this point. If anything Kombuse was surprised that Oberga didn't just ripped them open by now.

[Prosperan Son]

"They're in that direction." The servant pointed down the hall, following behind. " Is the matter urgent, sir." He asked, not wanting to disturb the Mandori.

[Armoured Priest]

"Depends, do you like your heart to keep beating?" Oberga asked the man, his claw like hands flexing at his sides right now out of thier view. The daemon's patience for the mortals now running thin at the moment.

[Prosperan Son]

The servant scurried away at the threat, apparently unwilling to follow the Butcher any longer. The sounds grew louder, and soon Kombuse turned a corner and found himself close to the Meeting room where they had gathered earlier...right before he had received his reward

[Armoured Priest]

Oberga couldn't help but chuckle himself as the servant finally left, the fear thick in the air to him. "Should do that more often." said to himself as he resumed his trek to the meeting room. He retreated back and let Kombuse comeback. "You are going to be the face for this, I want you to repeat the questions I ask, exactly the way I say it, understand Kombuse?" The Daemon asked him. Kombuse nodded. "I do......I think." he replied, with not as much confidence the daemon had hoped, as he strode up to the doors.

[Prosperan Son]

Upon opening the doors, the first sight that Kombuse could see was the little girl sitting down on a chair, her long dark hair tied in a ponytail and set to the side. Her chest was bare of a shirt and she wore a small bra for her tiny form. The Mandori was standing over her from behind, an ink gun in his hand. It seemed he was giving her a tattoo, much like his own. If she was feeling any pain, she wasn't showing it, because there was a small smile on her face, as if tickled by the needle.

"Daddy, the funny masked man is here." She informed the crime lord, who looked up from his precise work to see Kombuse.

"Ah yes, hopefully he is lost....and not here to ask for money like the last one." The Mandori mumbled, not paying Kombuse much attention as he was carefully dragging the needle across the nape of his daughters back.

"Are you lost funny man?" The girl asked.

[Armoured Priest]

"I think I am." he replied to the little girl, wanting to say yes for he was really lost in his head and didn't know what to do. 'KOMBUSE FOCUS.' Oberga said in Kombuse's head, making the Krieger focus again. 'Now, repeat this excatly: I wanted to ask if you know someone I knew for your daughter reminded me of her. " he told him slowly and enunciated each word for Kombuse to understand. Kombuse looked to the Mandori "I wanted to ask if you know soemone I knew because daughter looked like that person." kombuse said to the Mandori. 'That.....was....barely even close.' Oberga sighed.

[Prosperan Son]

"Give me a name my friend, who reminds you of my daughter?" The Mandori asked, not looking away from his work. He stitched the ink needle across the girl's back, painting runes across her skin.

The girl stared at Kombuse, tilting her head to the side slightly. Something he had intrigued her. Had she noticed something.

[Armoured Priest]

'Remember, Arana, A.R.A.N.A.' Oberga said, quiet forcibly inside Kombuse's brain to make sure the mortal gets it right instead of 'nice lady'. "Does Arana sound familiar sir?" Kombuse asked as he leaned against the wall for now. He looked back to the girl who was looking at him and gave a small wave.

[Prosperan Son]

The Mandori paused, pulling the needle gun away from his daughter's skin. She looked up in curiosity, only to see him staring at the funny masked man.

"How do you know my wife's name?" The Mandori asked hesitantly, waiting for Kombuse to answer. The girl looked back at Kombuse, wondering the same.

[Armoured Priest]

"She was the one who was really nice to me and told me about them." he said as he looked down to the necklace with the the four symbols of the chaos gods. "She also helped me when I was bleeding alot from my side." he added, remembering the mortal wound long ago. "I never had a mom, but she definetly was one to me." said to the Mandori, wondering what he would think of that.

[Prosperan Son]

"Daddy, I thought you said mom was dead." The girl looked back and forth between Kombuse and her father. There was no immediate response, the Mandori staring at Kombuse. Trying to process what the Krieger had just told him.

"She is Cyrene...." The Mandori said to his daughter, gripping her shoulder gently with one hand." That's what they said to me...." He muttered underneath his breathe.

[Armoured Priest]

"Wait, whose 'they'?" Kombuse asked the Mandori, although he already had a sinking feeling of who it might be. Oberga sat quietly in Kombuse's head, wanting to know the answer as well.

[Prosperan Son]

"The armored ones in acid-green...." The Mandori answered hesitantly, unsure if Kombuse was telling him everything. Had the Alpha Legion deceived him all of those years ago? Was Kombuse telling the truth? Was Arana still alive? These were the questions going through his mind.

His daughter, Cyrene held his hand in both of hers, the girl small despite her age, her small hands engulfed by his. She knew he was troubled.