At Ixion’s retort and recounting of their backstreet battle, Morgan couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed, giving a side long glance at his red hooded companion. While his information had been true, the assassin’s accounting seemed to push the sister’s in a different direction, judging by their first initial reaction and their last physical reaction, almost relaxing compared to the stiff, wide eyed awe they had slightly displayed before. However, the vampire couldn’t be too irritated at Ixion. His information was more accurate, and did help the vampire recount the events with a more clear mind, rather than an offhanded account.
‘Still - I was not wrong in saying that he removed his pick. Perhaps it was for the best that he had killed Blue in such a manner.’ The vampire thought as the sisters’ gave their own pieces of information. Morgan didn’t know how to react. On one hand, he felt insulted to be toyed in such a manner - after all, who feels good about being someone’s “play thing.” On the other hand,
‘If The Fixer sees potential… I look forward to our next fight.’ Though with such a thought, Morgan couldn’t help but feel a set of chills playfully dancing up and down his spine.
‘If The Fixer is as powerful as they say…this could be something I may not win, let alone survive.’Violet pulled up a chair and Morgan leaned more heavily on his staff. The conversation was definitely winding down and the weight of the day was weighing down upon the vampire sniffer. After all, he himself had only barely managed to feast today,
‘And there was the moment when I thought I had been seen and had to run for my life.’ The sniffer was still inexperienced when it came to his adopted lifestyle - being stealthy wasn’t his greatest strength, nor was keeping low profile when his inner beast overcame his cold sniffer counterpart. The body that he had drained was soon to be found near the temple he had been using as a hunting ground and the guard would more than likely alerted… Though he wouldn’t realize it, like his companions, he too would suppress an exhausted sigh.
‘Rest is needed and…’Morgan’s thoughts would come to a dead stop at the sister’s proposition.
‘Join the deo’eil…?’ Instinctively, Morgan recoiled inwardly. Never again would he be a part of an army, organization, or party. He had sworn this, on the night that he had been freed from his slavery as a magic hound. And yet…
‘Here I am… in a party, somehow getting mixed up in all of this with Blue, The Fixer…’ Morgan opened his mouth, inhaling enough air to speak, but I’on spoke a response to the sisters. Closing his mouth, Morgan wisely let the penin do the talking. Furthermore, Morgan backed the rune user with a firm nod of the head, looking to the sisters as he echoed his weary companion,
“Perhaps, after some time to rest, each of us could give both of you an answer?”Despite himself, the vampire's voice would contain clear exhaustion - his inner beast often took a toll on him. Morgan looked beyond the sisters to the hall that could hold a potential place to sleep. As he did so, Morgan began to feel a clawing hand beginning to rake at his stomach. With a grimaced mouth, the sniffer knew that if he did rest, when he woke, his inner beast would demand more satisfaction for his exertions previously in the day...
