Rogue rolled his eyes dramatically, having heard each of their "plans." He could feel the presence outside growing and their aura radiated hate and contempt. He knew the bluff their master spoke of for what it was. A gathering of this nature would not end well for the gathered parties. Anybody here, invested in this meeting under this roof, would be buried in some cell for the remainder of their days.
The only true card Rogue had up his sleeve was that the Demacian authority had never seen him. His face, or otherwise. Simply walking out the door would make that advantage moot, however, and thus he had chosen this location because there were alternate ways out of the city. But he had business here in Demacia, yet. He could not leave the Capital without talking to one of the shadows lurking within these walls. And to do that he would require the knowledge and expertise of others. As powerful as Rogue had become, he was not invincible. Not in the ways that mattered. His Curse protected him to a degree, but it also made him massively vulnerable.
Realizing that some were ready to engage the Demacian army for his promised reward, was one thing, of course, but allowing it was another. Already some of them questioned the legitimacy of his offer, as well as his motives and intent. Rogue could not afford to alienate his new employees. One wrong turn could unravel a lifetime of work.
With a deep sigh Rogue raised his hands and patted the air in a placating gesture. "Be calm, please. I do not mean to speak in circles. I only mean that simply being here has assured me of your good will towards me, as Demacia will not look kindly on any of you for being here in secret. My invitation was double-edged sword. You would help me whether you liked it or not, and if caught or having betrayed me regardless, Demacia would not trust you and might likely treat you with as much hostility as they would me."
He could feel the tension rising outside. Their leader was making this very public on purpose, despite the potential risks to the public. Regardless though, whoever he was he was well-protected. Rogue could hardly read either their leader or the mageseekers because each was garbed in negatron. It would damped his abilities, whether indirect or not. These were no common magic hunters, but warriors as well. They would not be easily dispatched. But that was why Reignier was here.
"Listen, we will not be engaging the soldiers. There are far too many of them, and I am not a man to harm the innocent. Yes, I lured you here to serve me, but it was not a lie. There is a..." He paused and it seemed, at a glance, that some of the light faded from his dark eyes, "...situation, that I need remedied. You will be taken care of. Of that, I promise you. Already I have arranged that those here will have something of value sent to them. And yes, before you ask, I have ways of learning more about you. I know where you hail, or at least someone you are affiliated with." There was an underlying meaning to Rogue's words then, less than subtle, but clear. Despite the threat of Demacia at hand, Rogue would suffer no betrayal.
Downstairs the twins would certainly feel the presence of Rogue and of Reignier. The blood of Rogue was old, his life force potent and filled with varying types of magic. But hidden beneath the surface was an obvious taint. Darkness that held his body and mind in check. The origin or function of this darkness was not clear, and depending on the power of the twins gifts, neither was any of this clear to Rogue either. He held that secret very close to his chest and it would take a true force of will to pry it from his mind, or blood. Reignier on the other hand, had similarities to Rogue. Both had very old blood. The difference however was that Reignier's was at rest. Stagnant even. His condition was more obvious.
"Now, listen. You are all welcome to leave this place at your leisure. But at least, if you wish to remain safe and healthy, wait until we are all gone from the alternate route. I would not have you suffer at the hands of these Demacians. Their hospitality toward mages is legend." He suppressed a shudder, having experienced it firsthand. "I have spelled the cellar of this place with an exit. It will lead us to a different part of Demacia. One where we must go to continue the endeavor. Before that pursuit I will explain to you precisely what you are getting yourselves into." More shouts came from outside and Rogue whirled around suddenly, placing both hands on the window frame. He appeared to be bracing himself for impact when an ear wrenching scream tore at the air around them.
Shadows above drowned out the mixed light of the flare and the torchlight. Rogue turned back to them, his shoulders tensed. "Raptors. They will rip this building to pieces to get me. If we are to go, we must do so now. Reignier..." Rogue waved a dismissive hand at the giant warrior, who simply nodded and took his leave.
In his descent Reignier pulled his helmet on. It matched his black iron armor and equally shrouded his features entirely, giving his eyes an almost radiant blue glow. A line of short spikes started at his brow and crept to the back of his neck, the face resembling something out of a nightmare. Upon reaching the first floor landing Reignier paused, seeing the Twin girls. He cocked his head to the side, still rubbing his thumb over the pommel of his greatsword.
"Demacians come." Was all the dark giant said, not knowing if they were friends or not. Then he jabbed a finger at a door within the floorboards next to some barrels behind the counter. "If you wish to leave. Go."
As if on que, the door to the Wayward Shepard exploded inward as three white silhouettes entered. Fully garbed Demacian Elite's in white steel and petricite.