{OOC: Sorry these posts haven't been that awesome lately, as much as I'd like them to be. My brain keeps failing on me.}<br/><br/>Beyt remained calm when Simon went into the other room trying desperately not to chew at the ropes. If she were to get free, there was no telling what he would do. He was clearly outnumbered but even if he was broken he was still a Seer. He still had his powers though they were significantly weaker than any Seer she has encountered in the past, judging by his scent. There was a possibility, if he decided they angered him, that he would lash out in violence and kill them here in this room. She was doing what she felt was right to try to keep them all alive and avoid any violence. In the corner of her eye, Gimmel was watching her, she kept shooting him a look that told him to stay put, that she was fine and he did not need to act. Thankfully he listened. Gimmel was not stupid despite how rash he was at times, knowing when and when not to act.<br/><br/>The necklace Simon held up was an interesting item that looked like an old necklace. Beyt shrank away slightly when she realized that she recognized it from somewhereâ€¦ However she could not recall where she had seen it for the life of her. She watched as Simon reached out and put the necklace around Fatalâ€™s neck and briefly scratched her behind her ear. â€œYou look better with that on,â€ he said to her, staring the white wolf in the eyes with a faint smile. He then moved over to Beyt again, sitting back in the corner and pulling her closer to him again. His touch was warm, almost comforting like it had been before, but this time she was starting to feel very uncomfortable. However, she continued to do what she needed to keep everyone alive, assuming they were going to get out alive...<br/><br/>â€œYou wolves know about Maevaâ€¦â€ Simon said, sounding like he was mostly thinking to himself. â€œThat bitch! I would have cut her down so easily if that idiot had not gotten in the way.â€ His gaze turned from the somewhat frightened, distant one it had been to a harsh gaze, like he had just realized something horrible. Beyt flinched at the tone and whimpered quietly when he was too rough with her wounded leg. His expression was dark and full of rage. Simon said nothing more, however, only held onto Beyt, stroking her gently as he muttered to himself again.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™ll take that is he can understand us,â€ Gimmel said suddenly, stretching to relax his posture so he wouldnâ€™t seem like he was going to cause trouble. He eyed Beyt carefully but he continued to remain, sitting quietly in the furthest corner. Should anything go wrong, he was ready to strike. Something told him this man was not someone to be taken lightly, briefly recalling Fatalâ€™s warning to him on their way up the stairs. It itched at him that he could not just rip his throat out right here but his expression remained calm. Gimmel was the kind of wolf that was quiet in situations, but if something went wrong, he would strike without warning, especially when it came to his sister. He has years of practice to perfect that, thanks to Beytâ€™s urge to help those in need that often got them into sticky situations similar to this one.<br/><br/>â€œBeyt,â€ he spoke again, â€œdo you recognize that necklace?â€ It was an attempt to get out of the dark, Beyt knew.<br/><br/>All she could do was answer honestly, but she did not want to reveal too much. â€œI feel like I do, but I canâ€™t say for sure.â€ She looked down a moment. Where had she seen it before? It looked like something she might have been shown by the Prophets but she could not say for sure as she had no way of knowing. She was not one to give false information, worrying that it might get them killed. Looking to Fatal, â€œWhat about you? He put it around your neck, so I canâ€™t help but wonder if you have a connection to it.â€ Then again maybe this man was too far gone to get any more information out of him than they already know.