Bertha
Similarly to the night before, Xanaro stands in the gray area, near the large set of glass. He looks though the window into a stormy world once more. Its pretty much a pasttime now, when he isnt working, training, or reading.
Iva
Finally, he had found him. He had found that insolent little wretch of a member. How dare he disappear from the Castle when he was needed and without a care in the world neither? He just left without saying anything or letting anyone know where he was and more importantly, he *Wasted* Hadox's time. That was the worst crime of it all. 

"There ye are. Dae ye ken how long I've been searching for you? Where the hell have you been."
Bertha
His head turns to look at hadox, the younger nobodies expression as infuriatingly blank as ever during the questioning.

"Out. I have been scouting various worlds, alongside spending time in the library."

He continues, his eyes drifting up to make contact with the other nobody from his position near the window as he speaks.

"I was not aware that you had been searching for me."

He doesnt bring up the truck, finding it mostly irrelevant to the conversation.
Iva
"I didn't know you could read." 

His expression really frustrated Hadox. He was incredibly hard to read, zero emotion on that face. It was like talking to a brick wall, except the brick wall spoke back with the stupidest statements. 

"Of **Course** I've been searching for you, eejit. Myxnoatan has asked me to provide you with some help regarding reconnaissance. Why you are still with the organisation I have no idea." 

You know, he could at least pretend to have a heart. He could pretend to have emotions like the rest of them did. Instead of this weird expression of nothingness that he maintained.
Bertha
Usually, most people would take offense to the blatant insults thrown in their face. As for xanaro, they just fall on deaf ears.

His expression continues to remain unchanged, blinking once before replying to the brash statements.

"Yes, I know how to read."

He treated it as genuine statement as opposed to an insult.

"As for the request from Myxnoatan, He had been overseeing the majority of my assignments before being sent to the castle, so that makes sense."

As he spoke, the eerie stare just continues, only being broken by occasional blinking. Once more, he treats the insult like a question.

"I am still with the organization due to lord Silax, and the fact it brings purpose. Is this difficult to assume?"

*Obviously* Thats his reason. It doesnt need to be said, given almost everyone has a similar reason. Its difficult to tell if he's doing this on purpose or genuinely couldnt tell hadox was being sarcastic.
Iva
Was he stupid? Hadox was starting to believe so. Perhaps this was an irritating stance on purpose. He was purposefully trying to irritate Hadox. No.. He was too stupid for that. 

Grah! He couldn't get a read on his emotionless face. 

" Och. Whatever. Myxnoatan has asked me to help with your reconnaissance so can we do that already? Firstly describe your scouting process."
Bertha
He nods, listing out his method in a methodical, bland, manner.

"There is not much to it. I visit the world, avoid those who are native, and search for information. That, or heartless to slay. I then take mental notes of what to remember."

The simple explanation, paired with the presumably simple mentality, isnt doing any help for the assumptions of his intelligence.
Iva
Mental notes? Is he serious? He didn't seriously expect anyone to take his notes seriously when they're contained inside that mind of his.

"No. That's not good enough. Next time you are to take physical notes. Understood?" 

There's a small silence. 

"Then I wish to get a full debrief of this "Mission" Of yours along with the notes you have taken, i'll decide if they are satisfactory and then will report your progress to Myxnoatan."

There's an even quieter silence as the two Nobodies stare at each other. 

"You do know how to write, correct?"
Bertha
He listens intently, nodding at the instruction to use physical logs. A journal would probably suffice.
Though, he then says something that would likely be the most infuriating thing yet.

"My apologies. It must be difficult for those of advanced age to keep track of mental notes. Myxnoatan never found any issue with it."

He had to be doing it on purpose. Theres no way he could just... Genuinely say something like that. Right?

"Regardless, i understand. I will keep physical records from this point on."

*Then, the silence..*
*.......*

"Yes, i know how to write."
Iva
"No. It is difficult for me to place in trust in your memory. Myxnoatan must have been incredibly patient with yourself." 

Oh how he could not wait to leave this conversation. Xanaro had quickly become one of Hadox's least favourite members. Hadox was certain that this was genuinely on purpose at this point. 

"And to be clear, a written record of your reconnaissance is necessary in case other members of the organisation need to read your reports. It makes things easier. It's not just because I do not trust your memory." 

Hadox mentally winced at his next statement. 

"I may join you in your next mission, you will still keep a physical record and I will provide criticism and constructive comments. Understood?" 

It wasn't what Hadox wanted at all, but he had to ensure that Xanaro provided promising progression in order to show Myxnoatan that he had done his duty in aiding Xanaro. Why must his new existence be so difficult?
Bertha
Ah. So thats why. Hadox is making proper sense now.

Xanaro responds once he's done with his rant about written records making the job easier, nodding.

"Understood. I will go and obtain something to write in, once this conversation is over."

A more talkative nobody would have more to say, but xanaro just doesnt have it in him.
Iva
"No. This conversation **Is** Over. Go ahead and gather whatever you need." 

Hadox gave a slight nod at Xanaro, before turning to leave. Not out of respect but because it was customary. He left Xanaro to continue his storm gazing? Or whatever it was he was doing before this. Hopefully Xanaro would take his advice to heart and Hadox could gain some respect from Myxnoatan for a job well done. It was important to seem useful. 

"Oh.. And stop disappearing. It's incredibly annoying."
Bertha
He nods, returning to his habit of looking out the window.

For a few moments, anyway. A dark corridor soon envelopes him after this, sending him to one of the various underground areas of twilight town.