Meeting Room

Caius stomachs Adal's brief speech, clearly not enjoying what was being said judging by the way his thin eyebrows slanted. He listens to the others speak, patiently listening to what they have to say. Caius was a tad disappointed in the goals and drives of those around him.

Once it becomes his turn to talk, he stands up and presses his black leather gloves against the table, hunch in his back and leaning against the wood, his tattered black cloak trailing behind him. He'll slowly take off his thick dark glasses before staring right at Adal's with his piercing silver eyes.

The man begins to speak. Is that what this is to you? A way to get rich off stolen goods? Like.... like common bandits, or street thugs? No. That's not what this ought to stand for. It should never be all about luxury and money, no. I'm here to leave my legacy, to make my mark on history. Not to live the rest of my days like some fat old king! That isn't AMEN. Not to me...
There is no good and evil. Some just try harder than others to be remembered.

I'm one of the men who tries very hard....