Razor's Edge
02-13-2016, 10:00 PM
Bass was wrong. Knowing his language didn't flourish in this land didn't bring him comfort. He'd been grasping at straws when he'd latched onto the idea of Enrico seeking refuge among a similar people and with that shred of hope gone he was once again back at square one. It was disappointing and more than a little infuriating. Damn that traitor to the darkest parts of hell! The only outward sign he gave that showed off his aggrieved state was a disappointed sigh. "Questo risponde alla mia domanda." Clearly this man wasn't going to be able to help him. Basileus was tempted to take his leave, but the opportunity to converse with ease was too good to pass up. If there were only a few in this land who spoke his language it was unlikely he'd get another chance. This man was an alpha, a leader, and that interested him. He'd never interacted much with the pack leaders back home. He'd been raised on secrets and from a young age he'd understood that above all else it was important to guard those secrets from the pack's leaders. In retrospect he knew it was because of the power they wielded and that they more than anyone else had the potential to make business difficult. All he'd known as a child was the unspoken, unnamed fear of what might happen if the secret was spilled. "Un alfa, hai detto?" |