He stared hard at the woman and when she said the words "Thatcher....or Lady Grace..." he relaxed a bit. He slightly lowered the blade and stood to get a better look at her and allowing himself to be a better defensive posture should she turn on him. When she mentioned Tabart he glared hard and grimaced in slight anger. He nodded downward from where she was at. "Come down here and we can talk."
He still didn't trust her. He didn't know her....she could easily be working for Tabart and so while he lowered his guard a bit, he remained alert. "I'm going to lower the sword....so we can talk. Just know this....should you try anything....it'll be the last move you ever make."Â He lay the sword next to him on the bed and waited for her to come down as he stood against the wall.
He still didn't trust her. He didn't know her....she could easily be working for Tabart and so while he lowered his guard a bit, he remained alert. "I'm going to lower the sword....so we can talk. Just know this....should you try anything....it'll be the last move you ever make."Â He lay the sword next to him on the bed and waited for her to come down as he stood against the wall.
