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Tazenhani · 04-17-2015, 12:44 AM

SPOILER!!: Peverell! :)

They had flipped to the same page. And while the story may have been different, the words they read between the lines were the same. Mathis met the man's intense gaze with one of simplistic honesty. There was nothing to shy away from. Nothing to hide. "I have no such intoxications."

Otherwise, why would he barter work for nothing? Really, there was richness in things other than gold. This man understood that. This man understood usefulness and more importantly, worth.

As Peverell had said some would consider the discard of worth dangerous, so the same would say that ignoring a question asked by such a man was treading on thin ice. But they didn't know how it worked. They thought it a game, when it was all so much simpler than that. A conversation. For the enlightened. He didn't blink, didn't twitch, his thumb stilled and his breathing even. His gaze was open, unchallenging. "It did so, because it saw the lie and the illusions of the hen house."

Finally, his gaze shifted, hovering over the half-eaten apple. "Once out, it doesn't tend to go back, but it does end up in barns and shacks and other traps...trying to find the field."

04-17-2015, 12:44 AM	#66 (permalink)
Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ SPOILER!!: Peverell! :) Quote: Originally Posted by Magical Soul He knew his place? Peverell took the apple back and instantly took another big bite off it. Now it was a binding deal between himself and the young man, in Peverell's head anyway, no magic involved yet. "It is foolish to think that money means little, some would say." He spoke casually, all intensity lacking from his eyes or voice tone though it was easy to detect an underlying meaning to all his words. "I disagree." He smiled at the man with a malice look to his eyes, not necessarily directed at the man sitting opposite of him, but it was there anyway. "I like my... employees to be free of the toxicating relation with gold." You could easily lose the loyalty of someone if gold was all they cared about, there was always someone who could pay better and Peverell wasn't going to make the mistake of entrusting someone who was after gold payment. Then the man asked a very.. shifty question. A joke. Peverell had heard it before, back when he was very young, he thought it was a joke at the time but now it meant something different. It was an indication of something, if you were sharp enough to grasp it. He stared at the man's face for a long moment, his eyes slightly squinting at the corners. "Who have you been working for before?" Because this man was experienced in these surroundings. Peverell met very few of those, the regular customers of his shops preferred to do business outside, hiding like rats and didn't want to be seen openly around the Alley. This one was different. He was familiar with how things go in here, Peverell set his half-finished apple aside and folded both his hands over his stomach waiting for the man's answer. They had flipped to the same page. And while the story may have been different, the words they read between the lines were the same. Mathis met the man's intense gaze with one of simplistic honesty. There was nothing to shy away from. Nothing to hide. "I have no such intoxications." Otherwise, why would he barter work for nothing? Really, there was richness in things other than gold. This man understood that. This man understood usefulness and more importantly, worth. As Peverell had said some would consider the discard of worth dangerous, so the same would say that ignoring a question asked by such a man was treading on thin ice. But they didn't know how it worked. They thought it a game, when it was all so much simpler than that. A conversation. For the enlightened. He didn't blink, didn't twitch, his thumb stilled and his breathing even. His gaze was open, unchallenging. "It did so, because it saw the lie and the illusions of the hen house." Finally, his gaze shifted, hovering over the half-eaten apple. "Once out, it doesn't tend to go back, but it does end up in barns and shacks and other traps...trying to find the field." __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. Last edited by Tazenhani; 04-17-2015 at 05:02 AM.