Indralia walked into the Citadel, his cloak billowing out behind him as he looked around it's dingy and overcrowded ground level. most of the clans tiered citadels had bad conditions on the lower levels, but Darkhold was by far the worst, it's leaders being so corrupt that they simply cared not for the citizens. "are you certain the Darkhold clan leaders will aid us, zelos? their reputation of dirty dealings and dishonorable conduct have been known even to those in the Akavari tribes...and many would consider them Common bandits, if not for their Clan Status." he asked. he was uncomfortable being here. after all, the Darkhold Citadel was known by it's nickname of the "Thieves Den" for good reason. a man could walk in practically coated in riches, and become a Begger by Noon, if they were lucky.