Mitch's patience had begun to run dry, the two guards had brought him to the castle where he had been made to wait his turn to meet the Abbot. Even when he had explained to them that he was in a hurry they did not listen or care about his pleas stating only that the Abbot was busy every time he asked. then out of nowhere he had been told to hurry to the second floor that the Abbot was waiting for him and that he should not be so rude as to make him wait.
Mitch had then stormed out of the small room where he had been made to wait and quickly headed to the second floor following the older guard's instructions grumbling complaints to himself about the poor treatment he had received . As he turned a corner quickly he found himself face to face with a young man with red hair who was not watching where he was going, unable to avoid him Mitch bumped into the young man who was pushed back a couple of steps "What the fuck man watch where you are going" The young man exploded at him, but Mitch did not reply instantly instead he took a beat to look over the young man, he was no older than 17 and about Mitch's height, he had red hair and green eyes, he had a thin nose and a sharp chin with little stubble on his jaw the kind that a teen gets when first growing a beard, Mitch thought about what kind of hardships this boy must have endured during the last five years pitying the child’s lost youth.
While Mitch was pondering King was already over his nerves and pushed through the man to continue on his way, on their second contact, both of them understood something as sparks of power shoot off King where he bumped his shoulder in Mitch's Kings red wave like aura clashing with Mitch’s blue and blocky one clashing and bouncing off each other’s causing both of them to pause for another second. King had already known this of course but in his irritation at the Abbot's treatment he had not yet recognized the stranger in front of him. Mitch quickly grabbed the young mans' arm as he tried to push through him "My name is Mitch, I'm from Trieste what's yours ?" He asked the teen who quickly shook off his hand "None of your Business" The kid replied stopping to look at him, Mitch noticed of King's other hand had quickly reached for the handle of the knife tied to the young man's belt, "Well, if you ever get tired of this place you are welcome to join me there, we are always looking for new awakeners" Mitch said giving his best customer service smile. King paused he had heard rumors on the streets that Trieste was safe, he had wanted to confirm this but the walk would have been too long and he had a family to feed. "I'll think about it" he replied turning back on his way to the warehouse. Mitch watched as the kid continued on his way before also turning and hurrying upstairs to meet the Abbot.
When he got up the stairs he was met with two men wielding halberds, both of them were about 2 meters tall and were covered from head to toe in dark blue robes and hoods that completely covered their faces, there were no holes for the mouth or eyes the two men were completely enveloped in cloth. Intimidating as they were they did not stop him or move at all, but Mitch could feel their cold gazes pierce him as he approached the door and pushing them open causing them to creak loudly.
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Inside he found himself a luxurious room, the walls were painted white and adorned with art pieces that in the past must have been very expensive depicting mostly women, the table was made of dark ebony wood and was adorned with fine china and centered with a crystal vase that contained some roses. A fireplace was lit and crackling in one of the walls. Everything in this room screamed luxury, the roses in this frozen time were a rarity, a lit fireplace during the day was a waste of wood which was getting rarer and rarer, he was so surprised by this that the did not even pay attention to the whale of a man that was enjoy a meal at one end of the table being closely served by two young maids wearing less than professional clothing.
As Mitch came back to his sense he looked at the man, he was fat, morbidly so, his face was oily and sweat was pouring down his brow as he gulped down bite after bite of what looked to be roast beef at each of his side a young woman wearing a maid outfit attending him closely ready to answer any command, their outfits had been clearly modified to fit the tastes of the Abbot who often peaked at the short skirts and cropped tops that barely contained the breasts of the young women. Mitch focused back on the man trying to stop himself from making a disgusted comment, he had black eyes and a large nose, an unkept white beard and mustache, his fingers were choked by large rings of gold and silver, his neck adored by heavy necklaces the largest of which was a golden cross encrusted with rubies, on his head a crown of gold with monster gems weaved into the metal, he was wearing a large flowing robe that looked to be made of silk.
"Greetings" Mitch begun unsure on how to approach the man in front of him "Well met" Answered the Abbot "You must be the envoy from Trieste, come sit, tell me how is the city. You Girl pour my guest some wine" the Abbot ordered the woman on his right who quickly proceeded to pull a chair for Mitch and pour him a goblet of deep red wine. "The city is well, we have managed to clear it of monsters and have rebuilt a semblance of civilization in it. Lately we have been getting in contact with the communities of the area trying to build a network to return stability to the region. I had heard that you lead Gorizia, that all of the groups of the city end up answering to you in one way or another so I came to meet you to see if you would be interested in working alongside us" Mitch explained, the room was hot and the wine was strong so he had begun to pace himself to keep focus, the Abbot on the other hand had kept enjoying his meal and copious amounts of wine, when he had heard Mitch talk about his control of the city a wide grin had spread across his face exposing a set of yellowed teeth "Well of course I would love to help bring peace to the area, I mean I would need some help to bring some of the strays that live in the city and surrounding area but after that you would the Abbot of Gorizia backing your cause" the Abbot had then gotten up and Shook Mitch's hand vigorously as he said that. Mitch felt the man’s power radiate from the sweaty handshake, unlike with King earlier this was deliberate, he felt the Abbot’s skin harden as muscles tightened to shake his hand, he felt through this small contact a monstrous strength waiting to be used by the Abbot, who was looking Mitch in the eyes with a dark grin on his face.