Despite this, neither Yriel nor Konak raised any objections. The construct before them held the same rank of Pontiff, and it was clear they were on good terms.
The four-winged Fallen Angel beside the puppet stepped forward. "Pontiff Yriel, I have failed you," she said, her voice laced with guilt as she bowed. This was the Witch, clad in her new avatar.
"This wasn't your fault," Yriel said, shaking his head. He held no grudge. "The enemy brought two demigods. The loss of the tower was not your fault." The Witch's previous avatar had been of the Nali race, a six-armed serpent-demon, the same as Yriel's own. They were kin, after all, which was one of the reasons she served under his command.
"Gentlemen! And lady," Konak boomed with a laugh, stepping in to play the host. This Black Tower was his domain now. "This is no place for such serious talk. Please, follow me. Your arrival will surely accelerate my conquest of the Silverwood Realm!"
Further north, at Augurath Sanctuary.
