d'Artagnan grumbled all the way to the Arch. He had a hatred for the tedium of meetings, though he knew the importance of them, but they always seemed to drag on and most of the time he wasn't needed anyway. Orders were always given but he never seemed to receive any, however the shade simply took that as a licence to do as he pleased. He walked through the snows that lead down to the archway, Aramis was bounding on ahead with tail held high in his imperious manner. The Nightshade was almost certain that the pup's paws grew faster than his little body, they always seemed so large in comparison and always they tripped him up. The pair moved like shadows in the eerie light until finally they came across Psyche addressing their company as she always did.

Her reason for calling them all here this time seemed to be a little more assertive, it appeared she wanted the plague to be on the move again and issued her orders to the spies for information gathering. The warriors were to go after the intruder who had crept into the basin and foolishly stolen Arah from them. d'Artagnan had snorted at that, the bare head mare wouldn't be able to run from them for long and so she wasn't all that much of a concern. Blood coloured ears fell ungracefully to the side then as she mentioned recruiting for the rest of them. The Nightshade sighed. He could recruit but it was so uninspiring, most seemed to shy away from him like he was some mass murderer. He couldn't help it if his face was permanently set in a pissed off way and if he smiled it always made him look like a mad man. In the midst of d'Artagnan's rather depressing thoughts, Aramis had spotted Talbot and consequently bounded over to him, but not without batting Mauja's feathers on his way past and scampering away as fast as he could to tackle Talbot playfully. When he finally surfaced Aramis spotted the prancing Archeon with fire lining his back, the red marked pup growled at the royal and pushed out his chest. Gilded eyes cautious as he pondered whether the younger pup wanted to play.

Meanwhile d'Artagnan had spotted the dark form of Ulrik with a surprised glance, it had been sometime since he'd seen the engineer and as the shade listened to him he noted Ulrik had not changed one bit since he last saw him. The Nightshade decided to stand beside the tribal marked unicorn with a brotherly nudge to his shoulder, they had never spoken much in the past but d'Artagnan had always rather liked Ulrik. He listened as each who had gathered gave their own input, nodding once to Mauja who voiced his plan to take down Angora himself. He knew very well that she wouldn't escape the ice grip of the Frostheart, in a few simple words d'Artagnan already considered her taken care of. He pondered the options of recruitment and found himself agreeing with Mauja once again, they couldn't just let anyone into the Plague now could they. The Nightshade trusted his own judgement, he knew from the series of questions he had asked of Farenjer that the stallion was no good for the Plague. It took a particular unicorn and d'Artagnan often got depressed over how few there were of them.

The meeting quietened then and d'Artagnan gave Psyche a reproachful look. "You didn't really need me here did you." A dry humour lacing through his voice. As he said it his thoughts turned over something Ulrik had said about losing members and he turned to address the Plague as a whole. "Do any of you know of any... Traitors? Has anyone gone missing recently? If you do know of any then I will deal with them." He said. His vocals turning dangerous. d'Artagnan needed something exciting to do and someone to practise his magic upon.

[ooc; feel free to presume Descaro is already in the meeting. It saves me from writing an "I am present" post to bore you all]