<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">'You think I don't know what she'll do to me if she realizes this merging exists? Or who I work for?'</span> </i>Albiorix chuckled a slight as he realized just how little the Auror knew, but he didn't let that humor linger long, knowing that it would do little to nothing in helping the man to trust him.<i>'<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff">Believe me, darling, you have no idea what she has stored for you or me if she discovers the link, that's why we have to move all that much faster. You'll only have so long to let me in before she realizes I am here talking to you and your conscious is not with here, living through whatever hell she has personally crafted for you.</span></i>' Albiorix nudged harder, hearing and feeling his resistance. '<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff"><i>Look, I'm not going into your mind to meddle around anymore, I'm doing this to save my own ass and if I were to do something stupid you could just scream that you have a link and I'd be fucked. I'm not willing to play my cards that way. Now let's get this over with. Plus, if you be a good boy and bring me that ring, perhaps I'll be willing to divulge a bit of info I've found on the very people who attacked the Ministry. A bit of insurance, to be sure you don't run off with the ring...</i></span>'<br/><br/>Finally, feeling the man's walls caving away, Albi stepped through finally into Hawke's mindfully, he could still feel the mounds of walls around him, keeping Albiorix out as well as his mother. Only seconds later did he feel the pain that shot through Hawke's body. Causing Albiorix's own to contort and twist and agony as he took a deep breath, wanting desperately to leave and close the link himself, he resisted. Pushing further until he could see the room where Hawke rested. '<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff"><i>No, this is not the place I grew up, my family, we once had a manor only a slightly smaller than Malfoy Manor itself...</i></span>' His words trailing off after that, not giving my explanation but he knew the Auror should already know. Deatheaters were rarely allowed to stay in such lavish conditions, especially with the ministry constantly on their ass. Not that Albiorix really cared much. His eyes looking around the room, trying to find a focus, trying to find something to latch onto but before he could he actually noted something strange. '<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff"><i>Fuck! Well, I'm not sure if that is convenient... or concerning.</i></span>' Albiorix said he pulled completely from Hawke's mind, but leaving the link up and active so they could communicate. '<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff">Mother seems to have placed a uh... Trace upon you. You know, the same trace the ministry puts on underage wizards to track their whereabouts when using magic. She either has the whole house enchanted to track anyone who enters, or it seems mother dearest expects you to escape...</span></i>'<br/><br/>Albiorix paused, contemplating a few things. '<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff"><i>This means if you escape you absolutely, cannot use magic. It'll send up a beacon for her</i></span>