“The pleasure’s all my-mine, mademoiselle.” Once again, a polite smile appeared on Tristan’s face. “Ma-may I ask what you were do-doing before I entered? If it’s something of im-impor-importance, then I apologize.”
"No, don’t worry. I was just getting a bit of training done, nothing too important. I haven’t disturb you, have I?”
Alaric snorted in disgust. “Your lack of a response helps me support my theory that you’re mentally incapacitated.”
“I didn’t realise my mental capacity was being taken into account. Even if I was mentally incapable I don’t see how you access the level of my intelligence from a lack of reciprocated insult.”
“Fun … more like wallowing in my own laziness.”
“That’s still kind of fun…. at the beginning.”
Wasn’t it a place for warlocks for centuries? They must definitely have thousands and thousands of spells and stuff brought there and written down.
Oh definitely. It would take forever to search through the place.
“Hello. What are you doing?”
“Just you know punching some stuff. Trying to train a little.”
“It’s a matter of getting used to, like I said. Do you have a preferred stance yet?”
“Uh.. not really.”
“Picked it up sometime in the Darks Ages.”
“That’s quite a while back.”
‘I’ve been a Vampire for a while now.. I think i know how to feed without killing anyone.. Some would even call it pleasurable’
“As fun as that sounds, I’m a warlock so I don’t think it would be… a pleasurable experience for you.”
Ravens and Writing Desks 