Amaretto stood silent for a few moments, eyes turned to the ceiling as he contemplated if there were any questions he wanted answered. In the end he just shrugged. "Not really. You said it'll take a week before your work is finished? If so, then I'll probably see you in a week at the latest. I trust you will be okay with a visit or two during that time, just to allow me to see how the works is going... I trust you will be okay with that?" 

The question was not so much a question as him simply stating that there was a good chance he'd come by to see how the work was going. "Also, in case you're still wondering, should either of my friends, my wife or daughter return as a mindless abomination, I will be willing to cut them down myself. I owe them at least that after all they've done for me." A few moments of silence passed, and he actually smiled a bit at the thought. He knew it was morbid, and an offense against nature, but he did truly look forward to seeing them, even if it meant he had to cut down half of them himself. [i]It wouldn't be the worst I've done. If anything, it'll give me a chance to apologise for not protecting them when those Nighthooves attacked.[/i] 

"But all that aside? No. There's nothing else. I should have enough money for a room in Woodswatch. I'll be waiting there." With that, he turned around and made for the door, following this 'Tsar' out. 

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"'Can't have you snooping around where you shouldn't be,'" Theá muttered as they started to get within sighting distance of Woodswatch inn. She was still in her insect form, hidden behind Amaretto's ear. "He's definitely hiding something."

"We already know that he's working on a twisted form of resurrecting. Why not just smite him then and there? Should be enough of an offense to leave him a bloody smear on the wall," Amaretto whispered in return, quietly enough that only Theá could hear it. 

"I could, yes, but I want to know if he really did intend to try to achieve a fake ascension. While right now I could simply put a hole through his heart, I feel that doing so right now would be... inopportune." 

"Inopportune how?"

"Sometimes," she said, "the cat plays with the mouse first."