Hale-Ferguson Residence
A door flickered into existence right in Ambrose's bedroom. It swung open, the SS-Rank stepping out with a satisfied smile a second later.
"Now," The white light beaming from the other side dimmed as he took off the Black mask, "that was quite the insightful trip. Right, Aura?"
[If you're trying to butter me up into giving you more time for the mission, it's not happening, hon.]
"Oh, hush." Space folded, the door disappearing along with it. As the Black key and mask slipped into the system inventory, he continued. "I'm being serious. Before now I never considered how Beherath had an entire tribe waiting for him after I… y'know."
[Killed him and made him your undead general?]
"Yeah, that."
After Beherath was proclaimed king of the Mordak tribe again, Ambrose decided to leave him behind for a bit. It won't be the same now that he was undead.
