Shadowsinger’s are a very feared group, but a dying breed nonetheless. You had hid your powers for your entire life because of the fact that people would trade and sell you off just to use you as a weapon, so you wisely kept that part of you hidden. You had always just assumed that you would never meet another Shadowsinger or anyone like you. Azriel changed that.

Azriel was looking for some people to become sources of information and spy for him, to report back to him on any information of the upcoming War. It would be helpful to have sources in multiple places. You had been interested. He had specified to meet you at one of the townhouses in Velaris. You let yourself in per request and sat on one of the chairs in the dining room, waiting.

Azriel came into the room dressed in black and bearing every possible weapon you could imagine. He froze blinking as he stared at you, he could recognize you for what you were. A Shadowsinger. Surprise flickers across his face before he can scold his emotions into neutral, he blinks at you tilting his head curiously.

“You're a Shadowsinger.” He says and it's not a question. His shadows usually warned him if another Shadowsinger was in his presence, but this time he hadn't gotten a word. He hadn't even known you existed till now.