IamNotLoki
One Thousand Club
Akane HieiAzazel Rofocale
Fort Black - Guildmaster's Office
Azazel looked at her, hearing out her explanation. As she reached out with the rope, he took it in his hands and briefly examined it. Eventually, Azazel gave it back to her. "Keep it. You will need it," he said, referring to her search of her sister. "Either way. I do not know where your sister is, but I know this much: Whoever that man was, he is a friend of the Guild. And if he is a friend of the Guild and gave you the Draconium Rope; that means you should have it. If you want to find your sister, I can help you find the way to find her, but I won't guide you through it." Azazel sublimated into his spirit form, and no more than 10 seconds later; he materialized again, holding something in his hands. It was a crystal ball. An artifact from the Vault? "This is the Ball of Ouroboros. It is a potent divination tool. Meditate on it and it will show you the way to any goal you have set for yourself, as long as you truly believe in it. You can keep it, or return it to me at your leisure," he said.
Azazel turned himself to Reina and Aslan, now that he was done speaking with Akane. He looked at Aslan and made one request of him: "Please, give me a minute." He approached Reina and her statue, then bent his body a little to match her height. "I think it's amazing. But Reina; I can't stay here, alright? I'm sorry, but you probably won't see me again after I choose the new Guildmaster," he said, in a polite and calm tone. He was hoping that his words did not sadden or weigh on the girl's consciousness too much.
Hanarei Alteras IamNotLoki
Azazal's Office
Akane took the orb hesitantly from the guil leader's hand. She stared at her own reflection within it's clear blue surface. She felt somewhat grateful for the help. "Thank you..." She said softly. She didn't really know what else to say about the quest she was about to embark. She imagined that her journey to her sister was a lonely and sentimental road where she would only rely on herself in a foreign and alien land. She remembers the help she got from the masked man, the young woman that saved her from the centepede, and now the guild leader of this nation's most prestigious guild is giving her a way to find her sister. Somehow she felt that she wasn't alone.
She looks at her rope and back at Azazal. "Do you know anyone who could fashion a bow out of this rope?". She asked Azazel. " this rope is very strong... I wonder if it could be used as a bowstring.. "