"[i]Understood Allistair, I will ensure the task is completed with as minimal blood shed as possible. Also after out meeting I'd wish to speak with you in private about something. If that would be all right my lord[/i]," Iabor said his voice stable, and calm.
Though there was a great fear inside him. He was attempting to relax, but a small tremble came through the only ones that'd be able to see it would be those sitting right beside him. He had made his decision, he would reveal who he truly was to the grand warlock; and pray for leniency. But, it was something that he had felt he needed to do. He couldn't go out living this lie any longer, and he wished to start a new era. One where not all daemons were feared, simply because of what they were. He felt it was his duty to do this, and he would not allow his cowardice to get in his way any longer. This was a new lifetime, and perhaps his last as he'd become older, his life was coming towards a close. He would not let something weigh so heavily upon his soul any longer, he wished to leave behind no secrets. After he thought about it he had nothing to fear, he had done marvelous things for the Order. Soon he became stilled, and he fully leaned back letting the others talk among themselves, especially Azmun.