The tension in the air was thick, save for one individual on the Ossuarist side who had remained calm throughout the exchange. He was a young man, looking to be seventeen or eighteen at the most. He was younger than Finn, but when he spoke, the rest of the party mellowed instantly.
"Stand down," the young man said. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a weight that suggested he was used to being obeyed without question.
He flew his griffin closer to Finn without a single trace of fear or hesitation in his voice. In fact, there was an air of casual superiority in his tone that seemed almost inherent, as if he didn't even realize he was doing it.
"I apologize for the lecture my Arcanist friend gave you," the young man said, looking at Finn. "It is just a precaution. They wanted to gauge who you were and what you could do. It isn't every day we see an Ossuarist with such a powerful… ancient soul mass."
