Flowers

It wasn't much longer until Loimos found the last of what he had been searching for, returning to the now immense platform built right near Belliste, it had basically become another headquarters for the vanguard, and more precisely, a place where many researches were made on top of being the place all minor lords currently resided, recruited and trained soldiers.

As he did not hide himself in undead territory, a ripple of death force announced his arrival, but only the usual suspects were quick to go and seek him out without delay, the rest continuing their work, or whatever it may be that they were doing.

Ourlon in particular, was not currently looking over the training of his soldiers or elites, neither was he personally honing his combat skills, instead, the swordmaster carefully knocked upon a wooden door, a pleasantly melodious voice speaking words of death tongue nearly immediately, inviting him in.