Re: Side Rooms Simon/Morgan
Simon eyed the object on the table warily, even though it was seemingly just set aside. Who really knew when and if this person chose to use it. It had been a few years but the man could still remember how his old master could seemingly snatch up a whip from across the room in the blink of an eye.
But the hands that pulled him up to his feet while firm, were oddly gentle. It was something that was rather unexpected. Simon knew better that to trust it though. Nice could turn into pure cruelty in a matter of seconds.
"That's correct" he answered after a moment, looking over at the man. There was no point in denying it. Not when that witch had already pulled out all sorts of information from him. "And What would yours be?"