Revelree
Heartbreaker
Errol
Recreation Hall- Library
"Yeah..." was her only reply. Trailing off, her expression becoming guarded. Not a good memory, huh? He respected that. He decided not to press on any further, and continue on back to business, as she said so. "Well... my last Master---" he hesitated, not certain why. Him being born in slavery was not a closely guarded secret, but somehow talking about still made him a little anxious. "I mean, the last person I served was obsessed with the stuff of the last era. He was researching on something about... reviving the dead." His eyes flashed a little, darkening significantly. If he'll be honest, he was a little tempted to go look into the same subject, but as Xena had once told him: Life is precious only because it ends. Besides, ruining whatever peace her sister already has for his selfish whims is unacceptable.
He ran his hand over the spines of the books. He saw a familiar title, taking it out and opening up. "This is... the book he was always reading." He flipped through the pages, skimming until he saw a familiar set of characters. He poked the girl with his elbow and leaned in close to show her the page as well. "Well... put up the note and compare it with these."
Recreation Hall- Library
"Yeah..." was her only reply. Trailing off, her expression becoming guarded. Not a good memory, huh? He respected that. He decided not to press on any further, and continue on back to business, as she said so. "Well... my last Master---" he hesitated, not certain why. Him being born in slavery was not a closely guarded secret, but somehow talking about still made him a little anxious. "I mean, the last person I served was obsessed with the stuff of the last era. He was researching on something about... reviving the dead." His eyes flashed a little, darkening significantly. If he'll be honest, he was a little tempted to go look into the same subject, but as Xena had once told him: Life is precious only because it ends. Besides, ruining whatever peace her sister already has for his selfish whims is unacceptable.
He ran his hand over the spines of the books. He saw a familiar title, taking it out and opening up. "This is... the book he was always reading." He flipped through the pages, skimming until he saw a familiar set of characters. He poked the girl with his elbow and leaned in close to show her the page as well. "Well... put up the note and compare it with these."