History Class

The being wearing the face of 'Monsieur Talbot' left his meeting with Scarlett and Darruk quickly, almost giddy and shivering with excitement. Admonishing himself for such insipid emotions, he regained control and smoothed his suit, stepping back into the sunlight several streets removed from where he had just been. He felt his servant's presence close by, and he smiled a predator's grin as he reached out with his mind, seeking the familiar morass of Malachai's twisted mind.

*Malachai. Your sacrifices have been seen and they shall be rewarded. Come to me in the same place as last time and draw no further attention to yourself.*

He sat at another outdoor café and ordered himself an espresso, happy to wait. The cup was cool by the time Malachai appeared sliding into the seat opposite his Patron. Mister Talbot simply gazed implacably at the young man for several seconds. Malachai broke the uncomfortable silence first and bowed his head, speaking barely above a whisper.