Equipment: Smart Phone, Lockpicks(Building), Running Shoes, Knife
Derek arrives at the Nox once more. It seems he frequents this place regularly since his month long absence. Perhaps making up for lost time. The attire hasn't changed. The usual black hoodie and grey jeans and sneakers. He isn't creative or fashionable, sporting function over form more often than not. He checks his knife in at the coat check and makes his way to the Herald's office as scheduled.
As he hovers outside the door he goes over the task he was given in his mind. The purpose of his visit and the potential consequences. Making a lasting commitment seems more difficult in the absence of Lina, but it would have to do. The philosophy of Change is at work.
He knocks upon the Herald's door thrice to announce his arrival and opens the door. He starts with the usual pleasantries, "Good evening, Herald Jack. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me once more. I trust the equipment I lent you is satisfactory. You may be pleased to know I have secured you your own pair of lockpicks as requested, unless you've grown attached to the ones I provided."
He sets the polyvinyl roll of expensive tools down on his desk before regarding him. "As I mentioned in my text, I had wished to share with you a declaration of intent. And that is thus, that I intend to join the Ordo Dracul as its newest member under Dirt Nap's guidance. He was quite explicit in that he wishes no misunderstanding that the Dragons mean to keep a low profile through the coming nights. I believe he means this to be in contrast with the former Grand Wyrm's designs. We wish to focus on our studies with little interference from potential political squabbles and so he thought it best your office be informed."
He pauses, still standing, gauging Jack's reaction. "Do you have any questions for me about this?"
Gauge Jack's reaction, 1sux