Aymeric smirked silently as Julius' retinue walked past, and looked on silently as the Inquisitor spoke to Grendel. The two turned from the runes and began walking towards him. He was concealed within a shadow, his lean, athletic form melting into the darkness like a Death Cult assassin. His stealth was renowned, though it's controller was not beyond joking. As the Inquisitor strode past, he twirled out behind him and held a gleaming black throwing knife to the Inquisitor's throat, grinning. |