After all was said and done, after all customs and rituals and required words uttered and finished, the grizzled assassin gained the expected welcome from his family. Massimo was the most subtle, as he left his greeting at the gaze he had given. Typical of any great leader, Gavin thought. Warren was the warmest greeting of all. A brotherly hug, a tap on the shoulder, and a handshake. With said exchange, they both inspected their paranoia in the form of blades.

“Silver. Dipped in poisonous frog secretions,” Gavin examined. Warren must have gotten a price set upon his head or had been dealing with werewolves. For something that extreme warranted severe suspicion.

“Celestial bronze,” Warren stated. Gavin must have been dealing with dragons lately.

Tobias was as reserved as ever, giving Gavin only a spoken welcome. It was in Latin, at least. Not surprising, Gavin thought. For being promoted from a fledgling recently, it was only expected he try and impress a Father, as that was a sign of due respect.