Godhood IC

[Mashimoto]

As the Second Council talks, two figures begin to emerge in the distance. One tall, robed, and thin and the other broad, muscled, and winged. The tall figure kept his back straight with some difficulty, carefully hiding the grimace on his face with curt, narrow lips and using the staff he carried more as a cane than walking stick. Both wore swords on their belts, which swayed back and forth as they made their way, one step at a time, toward the group.

"Hello," the Old One muttered, holding his pointed hat to his chest and bowing his head politely. "I believe I have met most--if not all--of you. I am Hrothlar. And this is..."

"Draco." the winged swordsman grunted.

"Yes, Draco. He is my..." The wizards' blue eyes matched his robe. They shifted to Draco briefly, "Apprentice."

"Partner."

"Son."

Draco looked away, but didn't protest.

"Now--I believe we have business to discuss."