Re: Catacombs
He almost laughed at her first answer, but caught himself just in time. Such worry was rightly justified from her point of view, he supposed, although he couldn't help but feel a stab of resentment. It still felt strange to know that another man had replaced him for the night, but Bran also felt that he and Erik were similar in many ways despite their differences. "Then you have no need to worry." A hint of sharpness crept into his voice, although it still remained different from his own. Disguising his voice was one of the very first skills he'd learned.
Bran already knew who she was, but Lotte didn't know that, and it had to stay that way. He didn't want an exchanging of names or anything of the sort, nor did he have the patience for any persistent curiosity. "You can ask who I am, but that doesn't mean I'll feel inclined to tell you." He continued forward, taking a sharp turn noting silently that the well should be coming up soon, which meant they were almost out. "I don't want to know who you are, either."