The Citadel, a massive labyrinth with an overwhelming collection of knowledge and power. Herunes took an eager deep breath, the air soft and soothing. Though this is what his senses told him, he held his hands up, admiring his attire. Though he made sure that mirrors where out of sight... and that any reflection from glass or steel was out of sight. He put on his adoring smile and walked out. He wasn't eager to wait around for any other possible new comers. Daemons although his kind, he done his best to avoid having much conversation with. 

As he stepped into the hall, he made a few points such as a painting being moved, or an armour set on the guards altered slightly. He listened deep into air, he closed his eyes. He felt strong presence of the people around him, minds so powerful that Herunes had no hope of manipulating, though Herunes has no intention of betraying such a powerful order or even the circle... 

Though their current state in the world gives him great interest. A templar had stood outside the Daemon kin dorms, walking up to Herunes he took a glance at him and pointed him to a narrow hallway 'You're expected by the grand master' The voice chuckled through the armour.

Herunes didn't reply, he only gave the man a slight bow and moved down the hallway. He walked into the room, brushing off his attire, he liked his clothes, Not very often does he feel so well dressed. He found himself in the room with the a man in robes and a mask to cover his face. It only made him smile a little more to know that this could only be the Grand Master. Herunes made his way to a chair and took his seat. He gave the man quick scan, [i] He knows what he's doing... how I love meeting the more powerful... [/i]

He then pulled out a small book on which he had on his self, nothing more than a book of poems.