"Well, you could begin by giving some context as to what your initiative is if you expect my assistance..." A voice spounted seeming dumbfound. "I really didn't expect to meet you again ... Stranger" the warlock continued. "Though I suppose when one of your only companions is the remnants of an ahamkara" you examine him to see he is still equipped with his 'little light' though he has grown. Protecting his chest, the ancient robes of the hezen lords altering his heartbeat to some algorithm. Holstered to his back; the infamous bad juju. Then you stare at his face concealed by ahamkara. And his arms were the earned arms of talion grace. As he sauntered forward in his kellbreakers path, he inquired "well then, am I being informed of what you were babbling about. You might as well, ms. Eris has already shared some omens of a 'taken king'. So why don't you elaborate?"