The bronze skinned youth at Elisabeth's side would only smile, a smile that could rival his great-uncle's in arrogance. "Indeed he is." He work billowing silken robes that glimmered like pale blue flame in the snow driven moonlight, flapping and flickering in the winter winds. He had a fair face with smoldering midnight blue eyes, and hair somehow darker than his kind. Every word he spoke let loose a wisp of flame, and to those adept at sensing such things would practically feel the arcane might oozing from his every pore. Harik was not like Noemi or Nathan, nor even his own companion, they could feel it in their bones, in the shattered remnants of their soul. Among all the family gathered, none here were as close to an equal as the Caldonian native. He was True Blood, True Caer, and he somehow stood here, despite the impossibility of it all.
He'd drop to one knee, head bowed. "I am sorry I'm late, Uncle dearest. My child had to fetch me from my..." A demure sort of purr slid out of the pyromancer's throat. "...entertainment. I had forgotten the meeting entirely. Please, forgive me, Patriarch."
A dismissive wave of Nox's hand was the only response he'd give, at first, before turning towards the suitcases his own child had provided. "I am eager to know the story of how you corrupted a paladin to our cause, but there will be time for introductions later. For now, I will show you the two reasons we have gathered. The first..." A suitcase would be lifted, opened, inside row after row of plastic explosive pacts. Perhaps twelve in all, in one case alone, so twenty four in all. "Normally such mortal means of terror are below the Caeruleum, but our numbers are small, and we have much destruction to sow. Each of you, save Alek and myself, will be given locations to target. Jamie, you blend in the easiest, so you, Nathan and my nephew's pet will be targeting the festival grounds of the Order."
The towering Caer would kick-slide the unopened case towards his Évariste compatriot. "You two can chose where to place them yourself, for the most part, but I want at least two in the tournament grounds proper." The case in his hands would be snapped shut before being thrust towards his wife-to-be. "Though you are with child, you will accompany my nephew in seeding Luskonios, Lemeux, and Lumenia with our little gifts. It should go without saying though, Aurelie, that your first priority will always be the child. You know as well as I know how important the spawn in your womb is to Winter and myself."
Lastly, he turned to Alek, and his eyes filled with brilliant icy energy, bloodlust pouring out of him. "That leaves you and me. We'll be striking at that island, during all the confusion. I want my father's sword, and you're going to help me get it. You, and my secret friend." The next words out of Nox's mouth were sexual in nature, lustful and dripping with desire. "I have made a very powerful friend. Zanzi...Zanzibar dearest...please come and introduce yourself to our family, as is your Master's wish."
Beside him, Nox's shadow writhed and spasmed, as if alive...