O' Sol Invictus...
...how Constantine hated that name.
That... was the guild that the Holy Country entrusted to transport the Swords of the Elven Sovereign.
...It was also the guild led by the accursed Baron who f*cked his whore fiancee.
Coraline nodded lazily... her mind still fogged by magic, "He-- yeah... I think... I want to go to Whitehearth. The Swords of the Forgotten King... that's... where they're gonna be."
Archmage Constantine pursed his lips... and hid his clenched fists behind his back... "You found the swords, then..."
"Y... yes. I did."
The discovery of the swords changed everything.
He took a deep breath. As his raged cooled, his heart filled with a different kind of excitement.
Constantine twirled an inconsequential spell around his fingers, the subtle magic swirling around him and twisting his illusory expression into a gentle smile.