Northern looked at Revant and spoke with a tone so casual it bordered on dismissive.
"My sister… or the one who claims to be, at the very least. I want you to stop her from leaving." He paused, letting the weight of the request settle. "She and my mother."
Revant examined Northern's face for a moment. Northern was equally staring at his in that selfsame moment—taking stock of the man he was binding ever tighter to his purposes. Revant had a sharp jawline and handsome pale face with blue eyes and black hair that fell messily over his forehead. Usually, he wore elegant suits and gloves befitting a Tyrant of his station, but right now the formal trappings were absent. Just a black shirt and trousers, the shirt clearly borrowed given how it hung loose on his frame, too large by at least a size.
'Borrowed clothes. The powerful reduced to wearing hand-me-downs. How delightful.'
"Alright then, I shall relay the message to him. What else?"
"I will need you to come to Ryugan."
