[h1][b][i][color=aba400][center]Maximillian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/5a6ceed5-6797-42a7-b036-32ae2a75bb83.png
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Lance asked the question that was on everyone's mind. Who was Xandra’s father? And why would they know him? Luckily for them, she wasn't about to hold the information like a guarded secret. She was open and honest as she mentioned Xavier was her father. Another child of Xavier, Max thought, he surely gets around. He willed himself not to roll his eyes at the mention of him, but listened on. He scrutinized every syllable of her statement. Xavier wasn't much to her, an afterthought, a stranger who's name you happened to know and could mention to form some tangible relation to another.  

Max had thought about using this relation as a string to pull, a way to sway their need to help them at their cause. But pulling the “we are family” card wouldn't work well here. It wouldn't be detrimental per se, but it also wouldn't be beneficial to mention it. There were concerns about the last time this was an issue, and that was fair, but Runa had stood up and already mentioned that she would ensure we took care of the host should it become a problem. He stepped up near Runa, finally speaking after having given her a deep bow. [Color=aba400]”Majestrix, my name is Max, and I stand by Runa of Asgard in this matter. Should the device fail, and our options become exhausted before this entity becomes a threat, I will use my magics to help ensure the host is dead. I cannot abide more of my people dying and in the grand scheme of things, her sacrifice is worth more than her life.”[/color]