[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Barnabas's eyes darkened, sad to hear that the description of the first of his kin from outside his own lands was as nothing more than murder hungry bandits. He'd been initially interesting in these rituals as the Goddess's protectors but... Even if taken in the best light, he'd not seen any faith or honour in those eyes, just a sick, satisfaction and will to snuff out another's life.



"Since you're unlikely to hear it from them, I would apologise for the wickedness they've caused in your lands. I..." He just, made a sad sound in the back of his throat, ears flat before turning it into a guttural sigh. "Thank you Madoc for your nobility shown in both your rescue and role as host."