"Hmm...heh...Hahahah!"
He pats his chest as he laughs. He turns around to actually face her this time.Â
"Such grand assumptions...even for you Miss Sultansworn." He claps for her, slowly. "I didn't come for you, I came for the prisoner; you, my dear, are sadly not as enticing as what we had planned for the Nuhn. As I said before, I don't give a damn about your intentions, all I care about is an answer to my question. Which...you've chosen to evade again, even if you find your answer 'sufficient'."
He gradually approaches her desk, searching his pocket for a specific item. The illusion appearing as if he grows in height and size as he walks closer.
"Suspicious and honorable to a cause that has you squirming like bait on a hook, even if you don't know it yet. I'll at least answer your question...I don't work for anyone but my own interest, and you have actually managed to pique that."
He sets down a card in front of her with his name and an address on it: Hollyfrost Mansion, Middle La Noscea.
"Continue your work then, Sultansworn, for I must return to mine. Your suspicions aren't completely wrong, but your assumptions, I'm afraid, will be your undoing. Keep the card, even if you don't want it...You'll be needing it soon enough."
He turns around slowly, humming in amusement as he passes through the doorway. His servant waits for him outside, and they exchange a few words before the door shuts with the same dull 'click'.Â
"The seeds we sow, Lord Fortomb, the seeds we sow."
He pats his chest as he laughs. He turns around to actually face her this time.Â
"Such grand assumptions...even for you Miss Sultansworn." He claps for her, slowly. "I didn't come for you, I came for the prisoner; you, my dear, are sadly not as enticing as what we had planned for the Nuhn. As I said before, I don't give a damn about your intentions, all I care about is an answer to my question. Which...you've chosen to evade again, even if you find your answer 'sufficient'."
He gradually approaches her desk, searching his pocket for a specific item. The illusion appearing as if he grows in height and size as he walks closer.
"Suspicious and honorable to a cause that has you squirming like bait on a hook, even if you don't know it yet. I'll at least answer your question...I don't work for anyone but my own interest, and you have actually managed to pique that."
He sets down a card in front of her with his name and an address on it: Hollyfrost Mansion, Middle La Noscea.
"Continue your work then, Sultansworn, for I must return to mine. Your suspicions aren't completely wrong, but your assumptions, I'm afraid, will be your undoing. Keep the card, even if you don't want it...You'll be needing it soon enough."
He turns around slowly, humming in amusement as he passes through the doorway. His servant waits for him outside, and they exchange a few words before the door shuts with the same dull 'click'.Â
"The seeds we sow, Lord Fortomb, the seeds we sow."