Adrian had been waiting for Abraham to show up. It made sense — the man worshipped the Fallen God, and whatever lay in that coffin was the kind of thing an Acolyte wouldn't let be destroyed.
"Everyone's far too eager to fight," Abraham said, sliding out from the shadows and leaning lazily against the wall. He stood closer to the coffin than anyone else, but Adrian knew there was no way Abraham could simply teleport it away.
Ariana's voice cut through cool and flat. "You always crawl toward trouble even though you know you're going to get your ass kicked." She sounded bored, not surprised.
Abraham laughed softly. "You're an interesting woman. Every time I see you, I feel more…drawn to you." Ariana visibly cringed.
He turned to Armodius. "Looks like you've reached the end of your rope, friend."
Armodius bristled. "Why are you here?" His tone made it clear he and Abraham weren't friends.
