An Old Friend Visits

He appreciated the comradery, much in the way he appreciated the appeal to his pride. Magnus Rhysand was one of the few who could claim true familiarity with Carasson. There was his clan, but outside of that he made a point to remain aloof. There was nothing the world needed to know about him save for what  he was willing to volunteer. An adolescence of thievery and all too necessary subterfuge just so he could survive prepared him well for a lifestyle of obscurity. 

The elf pondered for a moment, a slightly cock of his head off center gave him a contemplative expression. As if he was trying to decipher some grand scheme he couldn't quite wrap his head around. Sullen and petulant, why if we had more Crows like him I'd say that we were on the up and up. Certainly in terms of the extinction of everyone else's patience. He smirked Very well, perhaps it's for the best that he's a bit indignant. Certainly ideal to keep the details any errand you send him a secret. It will test his self control and ability to follow orders when he isn't being watched for every second. I'm sure you'll think of something cryptic and outrageously inappropriate.

Cara smiled despite his general mood. Maybe your Crowling and his sister can help find a better existence for all of us. It wasn't a question really, more of a wayward pondering.