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Hannibal knew which game they played. The game in which information is slowly revealed in passing and they both come out feeling like slippery snakes. It was something the phantom was very use to. It seemed like everyone wanted a slice of information from the beast but little did they know he was just as clueless as everyone else. Yes, he was in a pack. Did he know very much of the members? No. Has he spoken to Tyranis since the claiming? No. Thus, he had little to not vital information about anything to do with the pack or any other packs. But, did this woman know that? No. And that is all that mattered.

A charming smiled slipped across his delicate lips as mismatched eyes continued to stare into her own magenta. His tongue idly slipped across ivory teeth before a nod could be seen in response to her inquire. "Yes, I am a member of Erovrare." He raised a brow as he eyed her for a few moments. "And you? Are you chained to a pack?" For all he knew she was, but he hated to assume too much about someone. This woman could be a grand Alphess and he wouldn't know the difference.

Hannibal perked up as she revealed her name. It was nice to get some information in return for his own. He spoke the name of his pack and she spoke the name of herself. The kingdom would soon be known to all, thus it's name was of little value. Thus, just after speaking her name she beckoned for his own. Something he predicted would happen for it aways did. The phantom offered a more divine smile now, "Hannibal Iber Klein." The long name rolled off his tongue with his very distinct flourish. It was a name passed down, partly his mothers and partly his fathers. Though, the natives of this land would have no recollection of such. It was now the name of no one.

"Leera, what brings you to this infested cove?" A final question derived from pure curiosity.

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