It took everything inside of Albiorix not to give a brief flick of his wand and retrieve the ring from Hawke's clenched fists. '<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Accio Ring... I wonder how tightly he could clinch it while enduring a second round of the Cruciartus curse. Or even Avada Kadava, to be done with it.</span></i>' He thought silently, but he resisted his urges. Opting for once to simply play nice and give the man whatever he wanted in exchange for the ring. Of course, Albi also needed him alive so he could put a swift end to the renegade group that was trying to take up Lord Voldemorts mantle.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I know more than a few things since our last run in. The bastards tried to recruit me to their cause, but lucky for you. Their methods and goals do not align with my own. Luckily, they didn't know I had many secret abilities.</span>" He mentioned vaguely, unsure if the Auror knew he was an Animagus, and if he didn't he didn't want to hand that little nugget of information over to him so easily. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">For example I know that one of the highest ranking members is an old Death Eater by the name Joramir. They seem to be following a small girl with, powers that can only rival Lord Voldemort, they believe she inherited his magic, even. and they're using...</span>" He paused, unsure if he should even mention it, but he decided the more the ministry knew, the more likely they could put an end to the group. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">They're using the darkest magic to stay alive. They're creating Horcruxes.</span>" Albi moved his masked face to look more directly at Hawke. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">And I believe they intend to attack Hogwarts, again. The girl seemed quite furious when she did not receive her invitation.</span>"<br/><br/>Albi gave a brief flick of his wand, to which a map appeared from the end and landed atop the wet grass in front of Hawke. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">The map marks the area that their base is, it's not exact but it'll get you close enough. Listen for the girl having a tantrum and starting a wind storm.</span>"<br/><br/>He joked a bit, crossing his arms as he thought over Hawke's next question carefully. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">You don't get to ask about the memories you so rudely tried to read.</span>" Brushing the question aside, it was most certainly a soft spot for him and he didn't feel that the man was even remotely justified an answer.<br/><br/>Then came his last and final question, to which Albion couldn't help but grin, though luckily the expression was hidden to the Auror. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I don't know... did you?</span>" He mocked a bit lightly, stepping a bit closer. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">You know you could have, you had the power, you had the motive, so why wouldn't you kill him? Hm? Perhaps that's a question you should ask yourself? If you believe that the memory is true, then a part of you admits, that you are not wholly good. That deep down under those refined walls and the well-built foundation, we're not so different.</span>" Albiorix gave a very faint chuckle at that as he finally came into close range of the man even if he were backing away.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Does that answer your questions? May I have my ring back now? Or will you force me to pry it from those fingers?</span>" Albiorix tested, one last time.