{OOC: I blame this rp for being too awesome and all the ideas for it getting tangled up in a knot ;D This post sucks, tooâ€¦}<br/><br/>The Seer just looked at Fatal with a distant expression as she spoke to him. His grip around Beyt was loosened slightly and she took that advantage to wiggle herself free, tripping over some of the rope in the process. Her legs â€“namely the one he had shot earlier- felt week and it took her a moment to gain her balance so she could chew off the rope he had around her. Looking back at the man, no emotion showed on his expression for a good while, making Beyt wonder if her suspicions about him being too far gone were true. Wanting to think on the positive side she chose not to believe that and focused on the fact that he had that necklace. Fatalâ€™s explanation of it explained a great deal, though she knew Gimmel was completely lost, though it did confuse her a bit as to how he had gotten his hands on such a thing. There was so much she needed to learn it seems, and it only perked her curiosity a bit more though she kept it at bay so she didnâ€™t seem tooâ€¦ eager.<br/><br/>â€œYes, she is very special. She is an angel,â€ Simon told Fatal, his tone suddenly turning grim. â€œHer blood must be spilled; it is said in the legend. The paintings outside! See them!â€ That was all he said before he went back into his state of muttering to himself and fidgeting with his dirty gloves. Beyt was still somewhat reluctant to believe this man knew what he was sayingâ€¦ But then he had said something that made her image of him change: â€œSheâ€™ll never find that necklace. She thinks Iâ€™m dead, even though I took it from right under her nose! You must get it out of the city.â€ He crawled over to Fatal and placed his hands gingerly around her neck, almost yelling at her, â€œYOU must keep it safe! Kill the angel and keep it safe! The city MUST be saved!â€<br/><br/>There was a shift in Gimmelâ€™s stance which Beyt quietly addressed to keep him from acting. His urge to protect was still there and she knew that he did not trust this man. Gimmel was relaxed yet he was still wary. He was glaring at him, feeling horrible for being so ignorant. The brown wolf would have to be sure to pull his sister aside when the others were not around and get the full story. This was starting to get old fast and he had to know; it was not like her to keep things from him and that was something he could not get over. They were siblings after all. But he should have expected this considering she was always the better liked one because everyone always felt he was too rash, recklessâ€¦ Oh if only they knew Beytâ€™s true nature he said to himself.<br/><br/>Simon suddenly turned his attention to Jhene, looking her in the eyes again, his gaze more alive yet holding a hint of madness, â€œI pray that she does not find youâ€¦â€ Was all he said before he retreated back to his corner. Beyt assumed the man meant Maeva, and this made her feel uneasy.<br/><br/>She looked to Drake and Fatal, awaiting their reactions. Fatal looked like she didnâ€™t even want to be there, which was much unlike the wolf she had first met. It intrigued her greatly. And soon the sense of adventure that Beyt had felt hours ago seemed but a distant memory. She wasnâ€™t sure she wanted to discover the truth behind things. A broken Seer was depressing, she didnâ€™t need to see anymore damage caused by Maeva, yet she also knew thatâ€¦ monsterâ€¦ had to be stopped. There was no way she could be allowed to continue her reign. That was the only thought keeping Beyt going at this point, but she knew better than to turn it into revenge.