The Cabal (Sorcerry RP)

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"Do not fret over the lack of space, I assure you, my coffin is all I require." Acerbus said, patting the big, ornate, crucifix shaped coffin behind his throne, wrapped in chains. He tugged on the chains and pulled the coffin onto his back, as casually as anyone would put on a backpack. Unlike other masters, his did not own a permanent living space. Sure, his family estate belonged to him, but it was simply a place to put his coffin. He wasn't a vampire or anything; the coffin was just an artifact passed down from generations of Dark Arts Masters as a portable space. The inside of the coffin was similar to a small house, and was far bigger than it was outside.

"Beasts patrolling the street as an added precaution is a wise idea, Master Leonheart." The lion nodded at the master in his draconic form, then turned to smile at Ell. "Ah, young lady Knight, how nice of you to show interest in the ramblings of worrisome men."