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Oh, right, Shadow Fall was a thing.

...oh, right, he was a member, too.

'God...fucking damn it.'

The first ten minutes were mostly spent contemplating if he should even attend. He hardly did anything for Shadow Fall and hardly cared about it anymore -- not that he cared too much about the fate of the organization overall. All he had ever been was just some random Knight in Shadow Fall's ranks, never anyone of note, aside from just being "that one human" for a few years. He didn't really have a reputation in the place, so it wasn't like anyone would care if he jumped ship.

But, maybe the last thing he'd do for the failing shithole could be positive...for once. Leaving with grace and dignity and all that typical crap. Groaning as got himself dressed and ready for the occasion, changing into his Shifter Form and styling his formerly snowy hair, sliding on his cap, jacket, gloves, and the rest of his gloves and belongings he carried, he waved a hand to create a cobalt vortex that would put him right outside the meeting room.

With hardly as much as a sound, Vanyel opened the door, letting it shut behind him as he made his way to one of the chairs, pulling it out and sitting down, propping his arm up on the table and resting his cheek and head against his palm as he waited for not only if anyone else were to arrive, but also for the sleeping pipsqueak to wake up so the boring shit could start. According to the invitation sent out, he had been just a minute or two early, so, practically on time.