The Suffering Game

Elias had just come to collect the Lamb to take care of her when he noticed his son standing by her, then Elias slowed his pace and quietly moved up closer behind Merit. He listened carefully to the words he chose when interacting with Pari, and though he was certain Pari could see him.. he knew Merit could not quite yet. He hoped the Lamb wouldn't give away his presence, though he didn't expect much. He was being protective, truth be told, his ears perked high and attentive as he waited for any sign of the intentions his son had with this woman. When he offered her food and water, Elias relaxed.. quite noticeably. He seemed to understand.

Though he did not know his son very well, he knew their blood.. their tendencies. Both good and evil men were in their ancestry, and the care that Merit was offering to show this lamb led him to believe he was one of the former. He hoped, anyway. Elias read his body posture, nothing seemed malicious or out of place. Elias was proud and cleared his throat to announce his presence to the both of them.

"Didn't take long for my family to find you, did it?" He looked to the slave, smirking.

He would attempt to move to stand at his son's side, his eyes watching him carefully. He was quiet for a moment, thinking.

"She isn't the only one, I'm sure you have noticed. We have a few new lambs in our ranks. Are they something you take interest in?" Truth be told, he hoped he did. He needed more eyes in the watchtower.